[Albert is forced to stop the truck some distance from the line of Security Forces personnel, braking hard and jerking the steering wheel enough so that the broadside of the truck faces their pursuers. He struggles to turn around after the sudden stop, blinking hard as the ruined passenger door is pulled open and he's yanked out of the truck by a Security Forces soldier wielding some sort of gun.
He hits the ground with the thud and immediately finds his hands restrained behind his back, pain shooting up his cursed arm as he gasps and tries to recover from the sudden fall. Over the din of gunfire, he yells at the soldier to let him go and take care of the truck.
Meanwhile, the firefight between the Security Forces and the pursuing cultists continues. Some of the soldiers take cover behind the truck, maneuvering a little closer to fire at the cultists. Some of the cultists, realizing the truck is now in the hands of the Security Forces, begin backing off.]
no subject
He hits the ground with the thud and immediately finds his hands restrained behind his back, pain shooting up his cursed arm as he gasps and tries to recover from the sudden fall. Over the din of gunfire, he yells at the soldier to let him go and take care of the truck.
Meanwhile, the firefight between the Security Forces and the pursuing cultists continues. Some of the soldiers take cover behind the truck, maneuvering a little closer to fire at the cultists. Some of the cultists, realizing the truck is now in the hands of the Security Forces, begin backing off.]