Out of Gas, and Out of Luck...

... the engine grinds a bit, but refuses to start... "Blast it! Out of gas!"

"Maybe that's why they left it here," Fred suggests helpfully.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Obvious," you growl, brushing a lock of hair out of your eyes. "What do we do now?"

"We could make a run for it..."

You consider that for a moment. You might be able to find somewhere to hide, but the guys in the cars are closing in pretty quick. You don't have much time to decide...

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