+5 are looking for trouble
"Hey! Pendejo!" Vaas crowed, thumping the roof of the technical as a signal for the driver to stop. As the truck swerved to a halt, kicking up dust behind him, he delved into the rear bed and pulled out a heavy RPG-7, which he shouldered as he leapt from the vehicle. Landing heavily, he pointed the launcher at the figure stood in the middle of the road. "You look lost, hermano. What the fuck are you doing on my island?"

















