1257 Napalm Shots & Lost Babies

In any case, I wasn't sure if it was paranoia setting in but as time passed—even if we already reconvened with Artem and his team in the Blumentritt Station—I'd still get the urge to look over the other side where Ilana and June sent their drones to take care of a special and few dozen base jumpers without wearing any parachutes.

Jared nudged me, "We can drive over there now, bro, if you want? These guys are gonna install the mine cart and it'll be smooth sailing until D. Jose Station."

"I—"

Bogdan cut in, "What's wrong over in that side? Those C4s are not enough?"

I replied, "You still got a barrel of napalm?"

"Heh. Have three more in stock."

"Can I take one?"

"Sure— Want a handful of pipebombs in your order, sir?"

Kuzma cut in as well, "Want a group to climb on the expressway? We should at least shovel off the corpses this fuck set ablaze, right? I'll kill whichever's left too—"