The other Cleaners dive for cover, but Ferro doesn't miss a beat as he plods towards her, murderous intent in every step as Mother and the SEALs fastrope down.
"Real considerate of you," he rasps through his mask. "You feel like a hero, killin' my boys?"
He sweeps the street in a broad swath with his flamethrower, catching long-abandoned cars with jets of napalm. That thing's got a longer range than you'd think - the jets are going out to at least 50 meters.
"You think it don't tear them up inside, cleaning the streets? Getting rid of all the carriers?"
Another burst of flame - closer this time. Voodoo takes cover by a concrete bench, and Mother and the others duck out of sight around the corner.
"'course it does. But they know it's gotta be done. They're doing what you don't got the guts to do. "
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"Real considerate of you," he rasps through his mask. "You feel like a hero, killin' my boys?"
He sweeps the street in a broad swath with his flamethrower, catching long-abandoned cars with jets of napalm. That thing's got a longer range than you'd think - the jets are going out to at least 50 meters.
"You think it don't tear them up inside, cleaning the streets? Getting rid of all the carriers?"
Another burst of flame - closer this time. Voodoo takes cover by a concrete bench, and Mother and the others duck out of sight around the corner.
"'course it does. But they know it's gotta be done. They're doing what you don't got the guts to do. "