956 Uh oh

Meanwhile, Primo cursed and yelled as he sat back down in the front passenger seat. 

"Those fuckers!" he ground his teeth while reloading. "Why can't they stay still?!" 

"You're not aiming right," Fig remarked solemnly, eyes on the driver who was shooting Heaven from behind. "You have to end them before they hit her."

Fig was certain their speed was the reason Primo found it hard to hit the enemy, and the latter was not hitting Heaven despite her broken back windshield. Right now, all of them were driving at full speed. The wind was also a strong point. 

"I know that!" Primo exclaimed in frustration. "But I am still injured! Do you think beneath this suit, the bandages around it are gone? It's only been a few days since they attacked me in that forest. I'm just glad Moose had spared prosthetics."