Dbm Tornado - Dirty Target -

"Two minutes to intercept," Jax crackled over the comms to his wingman.

Inside the cockpit, Jax gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white. The Tornado was a beast of scrap metal and high-tensile steel, powered by a scavenged turbine that screamed louder than the wind. Today’s mission was simple but lethal: a extraction. DBM TORNADO - Dirty Target

Jax reached out, snagging the canister with the Tornado’s magnetic winch. As the metal clattered against his chassis, the sky finally broke. A real tornado—a towering pillar of black grit—began to drop from the clouds. "Two minutes to intercept," Jax crackled over the