As he closed the gap, the Vultures opened fire. Harpoons whistled past his roll cage, and molotovs bloomed into orange flowers against the sand. Jax didn't flinch. He hit the toggle for the , and the Tornado kicked up a blinding wall of grit, masking his position.
Jax reached out, snagging the canister with the Tornado’s magnetic winch. As the metal clattered against his chassis, the sky finally broke. A real tornado—a towering pillar of black grit—began to drop from the clouds. DBM TORNADO - Dirty Target
Inside the cockpit, Jax gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white. The Tornado was a beast of scrap metal and high-tensile steel, powered by a scavenged turbine that screamed louder than the wind. Today’s mission was simple but lethal: a extraction. As he closed the gap, the Vultures opened fire
"Target’s dirty, but I've got it," Jax yelled over the rising howl of the storm. He turned the wheel toward the eye of the vortex, using the DBM Tornado’s sheer weight to anchor him against the gale while the Vultures were sucked into the sky behind him. He hit the toggle for the , and
"Two minutes to intercept," Jax crackled over the comms to his wingman.