You guys MAY have this backwards. Maybe the shots preceded the vehicle accidents. The accidents could be a result of people trying to flee.
Good thought.
Cue the "totally real cell towers"
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You guys MAY have this backwards. Maybe the shots preceded the vehicle accidents. The accidents could be a result of people trying to flee.
Ran outa bullets, but still has good trigger discipline
Here’s my completely unsubstantiated guess at what went down;
Suspect looks kind of snackbar in that photo, he stole a truck, him and some other snackbars were going to fill it with explosives and drive it downtown.
Random m/v accident disrupts their plans, but now this Haj is stuck in the middle of Winthrop, fleeing from a m/v accident and a stolen truck.
He decides the gig is up, he’s pretty f***ed now either way now, and quickly concludes that if he’s going out he’s at least taking a couple/few infidels with him and starts shouting.
Completely hypothetical. Interesting case though so far.
Yasss I like it. Very “24” ish.Seems plausible.
Should I up the ante? Suppose the driver of the silver SUV (muumuu hambeast) or some other involved vehicle was either an alphabet boy, foreign alphabet soup, or a well informed vigilante trying to foil the would-be jihadi? Or... more reasonably but still spitballing pretty hard... the actual owner/operator of the stolen truck, chasing the haji using his personal vehicle, resulting in an accident, and everything follows as you said.
A rotund man with a lisp, a bad shave and haircut, and pandemic-panic-purchased Ruger MKIV is sitting in a the back of a cruiser somewhere right now, mumbling "They're MY pokemon cards. I told mom not to touch my pokemon cards. You can't take them out of the sleeve. I told everyone not to take them out of the sleeves. My cards. They're not your cards. They're my cards. Don't touch my cards. I said it over and over, don't touch my cards, but mom always touched my cards. You can't touch them. My cards... my cards..."
Ya, and that’s Hillary circling Belle Isle up there in da plane.Someone told me that small building was owned by John McAfee
Judging by the shape of the smaller vehicle it looks like it traveling at very high speed and possibly t-boned the cab of the truck, sending it into the building…
Hard to tell orientation, but truck hit the SUV then? Something really slammed that SUV hardI thought about that but the positions of building, truck and SUV don't support that scenario.
Shooter may or may not have been a haji but was attempting to live out his dream of working for a drain cleaning company. On his way to his first imaginary call, he spills his XL Dunkin coffee (12 creams, 25 sugars) on his pajama bottoms, distracting him just enough to side swipe the mini van (driven by townie woman, also wearing pajama bottoms and drinking an XL Dunkin coffee with 12 creams and 24 sugars) sending him careening into the crack house. His dreams shattered, he says "F*ck it...", lights a Newport and exits the wreckage. Retired Statie was in the wrong place at the wrong time and foolishly tells driver, "Hey pal, you cant park here...". Shooting starts and the rest is history.Okay, okay, I've got it. Shooter is not a haji, he's a disgruntled customer of said crackhouse. He steals the truck for the sole purpose of demolishing the building and whoever's inside it. Comes armed because this is basically a suicide mission.
The crackhouse is on a bend in Shirley Street so he's going to use that to his advantage. He travels east on Shirley Street, picking up a lot of speed. He aims for the crackhouse which is on the opposite side of the road, crosses the center line and shit, a silver car is coming the other way. He hits the silver car head on, blasting it off to the North side of Shirley Street, then barrels into the crackhouse.
Dazed but alive, he scrambles out of the wreckage. Now he's going to shoot anyone he sees. Empties his pistol and staggers further East on Shirley Street, pulling a spare mag out of his pants pocket and reloading as he goes. Uh oh, po-po. Blam. Fade to black.
Hard to tell orientation, but truck hit the SUV then?
Okay, okay, I've got it. Shooter is not a haji, he's a disgruntled customer of said crackhouse. He steals the truck for the sole purpose of demolishing the building and whoever's inside it. Comes armed because this is basically a suicide mission.
The crackhouse is on a bend in Shirley Street so he's going to use that to his advantage. He travels east on Shirley Street, picking up a lot of speed. He aims for the crackhouse which is on the opposite side of the road, crosses the center line and shit, a silver car is coming the other way. He hits the silver car head on, blasting it off to the North side of Shirley Street, then barrels into the crackhouse.
Dazed but alive, he scrambles out of the wreckage. Now he's going to shoot anyone he sees. Empties his pistol and staggers further East on Shirley Street, pulling a spare mag out of his pants pocket and reloading as he goes. Uh oh, po-po. Blam. Fade to black.
like Fredo at the tollbooth,
Shooter may or may not have been a haji but was attempting to live out his dream of working for a drain cleaning company. On his way to his first imaginary call, he spills his XL Dunkin coffee (12 creams, 25 sugars) on his pajama bottoms, distracting him just enough to side swipe the mini van (driven by townie woman, also wearing pajama bottoms and drinking an XL Dunkin coffee with 12 creams and 24 sugars) sending him careening into the crack house. His dreams shattered, he says "F*ck it...", lights a Newport and exits the wreckage. Retired Statie was in the wrong place at the wrong time and foolishly tells driver, "Hey pal, you cant park here...". Shooting starts and the rest is history.
Ya called it. Only question now is:Oooh. Oooh. That's exactly my scenario.