OOC: someone said shoot?
*takes out gun*
IC: marik sighed, and looked out the window. it was taking a while to make his food... no, it couldn't be. right outside the window was BH, though his face was different, the fact that he looked like he was just in a loosing battle with a crocodile was a dead giveaway, as were the red marks covering his arm that was usually a gun. ignoring BH, Marik concentrated on the engine of the truck, and felt the engine, with a simple mental yank, a hose was disconnected, , and a wire was thrown, connecting the spark plugs to the gas tank. "take cover" Marik screamed as the car exploded.
