As soon as we arrived, we couldn't help but be amused at the faces the guards wore when they saw us. It was already rare to see a classic muscle car rolling down the streets even when the world hasn't ended, how much more could it be when the guy in charge of everything was also the one driving it?
I chuckled as I greeted them, "Yo."
"S-Sir?"
"Is Rico around?"
"Y-Yes, sir…"
"How about Marvin and his team?"
"T-They're still on a run b-but– *radio chatter* it seems that they just pulled up on the other entrance."
"Great! Please tell Rico we'll be using his outdoor range and please tell Marvin and his crew if they'd like to attend a long shooting class. I bet Max would be excited to flex for a bit."
"S-Sir?"
"Hmm?"
"W-We don't have an o-outdoor range…"
"Heh, you'll have one now! Well, officially… Congrats!"
The look of confusion in their faces was so fucking priceless but I just drove forward and caught up with Marvin and his team.