The Jeep rumbled along the rugged road, its wheels kicking up clouds of dust in its wake. Spider skillfully maneuvered the vehicle, with Miss Thompson sitting beside him in the passenger seat. Behind them, Baldur, Mark, and Ben were seated, their eyes fixed on the surroundings. Mark held a scanning device, its screen displaying the terrain ahead to aid their navigation.
As they continued on their journey, the group engaged in lively conversation, their voices filled with banter and occasional bursts of laughter. Miss Thompson, however, remained mostly silent, her focus directed towards the road ahead.
Mark leaned back in his seat, scanning the device and shaking his head in disbelief. "Can you believe these fuckers managed to win over the entire goddamn city? Shit's insane," he exclaimed, a mix of frustration and amazement in his voice.
