The Driver trapped in Cerberus

“Dude,” said the voice, “d’you have any idea what it’s been like waiting for someone to put this thing back together again? Like having my arms and legs asleep, just stuck in here since yesterday.” Another low whistle echoed over the speaker. “Got to be honest—almost lost it, bro.”
There was another flash from outside.
“This is a restricted government channel,” snapped Gibbs. He wasn’t sure if he’d activated the radio or not, but it seemed like the speaker could hear him. “You will identify yourself immediately.” His voice didn’t echo through the external speakers. They’d been shut off. He was trapped in the armor with no communication.
“Keep your panties on, G.I. Joe. Just gotta find St. George and Stealth and those guys.”

Excerpt From Ex-Patriots, pg 459
Peter Clines
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