“Unfortunately, because of the situation going on between Windon and Araga as of now, we’re expecting our business to lose revenue at an alarming rate. Thus, both of you, and the whole department in general, are being let go, effective immediately. Now I get that a lot of you Aragans might be used to severance pay, but the…sum of your labour… has not been sufficient to warrant special treatment. I wish you the best of luck in finding replacing employment.”
As soon as their boss’s sentence finished the both of them knew it really had nothing to do with money. Having Aragans in the workforce would be bad publicity, as a largely domestic pharmaceutical company probably wouldn’t care about losing a fraction of the Aragan export market. Hell, they might profit considering the import market would be cut off, with the sheer volume skilled labour pouring out of Araga.
They knew that protest was impossible at this point - the boss had made his decision, and probably had interests in seeing this conflict, - no, war, - end in a Windonian victory. It’d be childish, sure, but they’d already been fired, and would probably be kicked out of the country soon after, and thus they decided on doing something to hurt their boss. A lot.
Their boss had just gotten a brand-new ACR Seawolf 550SE-S. An interesting sight, as you simply didn’t get these things in Araga. Its 5.5-litre, silky-smooth V12 too large for the rich to justify on their taxes. Although not without flaw, with some reviewers having objections to its boaty ride, others to its mere 2.6 metre wheelbase, and others to its weird aerodynamic design. But the big advantage that it did have was its top speed - 296km/h.
Now the “RJH” figure - real name most likely “John Richard Herring” - hadn’t been the most upstanding citizen in his younger years. Between his education he liked to break in to the cars at a local junkyard, where all the rejects from the safety scare went, at least, the worse ones. Having nothing really to lose anymore, leaving everything behind in Araga to go chase success in Windon, he decided on the action, with “JJS” - most likely “Jane Jarren Shipper” - reluctantly agreeing.
In the commotion of the crowd of former employees leaving, the plan was put in action.
They say you can’t outrun the radio. And they didn’t, even going as fast as they’d dare through the city. Soon enough, a lone cop car had caught up to them. But they were nearly on the freeway, where the Seawolf could stretch its legs.
“Suspect driving grey ACR Seawolf…Very high speed, in pursuit.”
“10-4, How fast?”
“120…135…145…150…155…160…ah, to hell with this. Call off pursuit, there’s no way in hell we’re catching up to that perp.”
Being Aragan citizens living abroad - and the absolute exotic they had come in - it wasn’t a surprise the border agents at the disused checkpoint the two decided to go for let them in…a little joyride being the bribe, of course. (What’d you do as a recruit stationed at the most boring post in the country?)
The border agents had pointed them to a local willing to house them and give their newfound equipment some use. A lot of Aragans got injured in the war. Some severely so, and others requiring an immediate medical evacuation to save their lives. But when the AO is much too hot for a helicopter, options are limited.
The Seawolf was souped up significantly. It kept its 5.5-litre V12, but with a DCMW height-adjustable hydropneumatic suspension - earning it its nickname, from the Nordwagen version of it - it was capable of extreme feats. With an all-wheel-drive system it further increased its ability to get somewhere quickly and get back in the nick of time.
The vehicle was known to some to out-speed the dedicated 4x4s like they were standing still. Regardless of perceived speed, the boots on the ground knew that even in the worst of situations, the Fenrir was merely a distress call away.
Inside, the vehicle got intravenous drips, many cabinets of assorted medical equipment, and various other medical instruments. On top more was stored, like first-aid kits, to be able to respond to any sort of situation, be it one critically injured person or a mass-casualty situation. An internal fixed bed was mounted in the vehicle, along with the passenger seat being installed backwards to allow the passenger to tend to injuries while on the move.
The liftback helped with loading anything, be it people, supplies, or whatnot. Whatever it was, you could trust them to get it there with time to spare.
