The Vultures’ rig appeared on the horizon, a rolling fortress of spikes and rusted plating. Jax floored it. The Tornado’s unique hydraulic suspension kicked in, allowing him to weave through the debris field at speeds that would have flipped any other vehicle.
The "Target" wasn't a person—it was a lead-lined canister containing the last decrypted seed-bank codes, held by a rogue convoy of scavengers known as the Vultures. DBM TORNADO - Dirty Target
He pulled a hard left, drifting the heavy machine until he was parallel with the convoy’s lead truck. With a roar of the engine, he activated the pneumatic ram. CLANG. The impact sent a shudder through his teeth as the Vultures’ escort spiraled into the dunes. The Vultures’ rig appeared on the horizon, a