On our 62nd try, it all came together. My driving and flying now honed, we got to the refinery at blazing speed where I dropped Hammer onto the top floor. He fearlessly descended, cutting down the myriad bikers across five stories and collecting all the merchandise from their corpses. Having secured our rendezvous point on the ground level, I vaporized the remaining few enemies with a rocket launcher as they tried to escape via boat. Hammer arrived at the sea side rendezvous point to see the smoke of their demise rising above the waters. We got back into the chopper and left the scene with plenty of time to spare. We arrived back at the safehouse 30 seconds quicker than the fastest of the previous 61 times we had clocked.
Light hearted discussions of life and religion fostered by pipe smoke and beer represents a core aspect of our friendship. The sound of that achievement unlocking represents another - it represents comradery.
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It felt great to lay waste to those bikers after so many cheap shots on their part, which caused us to fail numerous times. It was a great accomplishment between friends.
This time, however, was different. Even though I died near the end, we were able to recover quickly.
At the end, I was running to you to assist in the demolition of the getaway boat with my rocket launcher, but I arrived just in time to see your rocket give a goodbye kiss to the bikers. They had no chance with the two of us on the dock.
Their doom was inevitable.
Yes, it was. If the first one had missed, there would have been missiles raining on them from the two of us.
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