Carl and Jamie knew that their car was on the brink of death. They couldn't see all the damage, but they could hear squeaks and groans coming from all the wheels and steering was becoming incredibly difficult. There were still several other opponents going around. They both knew that, unless a crazy string of miracles changed the game in their favor, they were not going to win.
As they attempted to drive around the battered-up town of Los Angeles to look for health pick-ups, they encountered Sweet Tooth, a white ice cream truck with pink polka dots and a flaming clown head adorned on the roof, and Warthog, a dark green armored military humvee. The very thing they needed being right between them.
The ice cream truck was throwing all the missiles it had at the humvee, but Warthog seemed to be absorbing all the damage. Sweet Tooth was in bad shape. The oversized clown car had scrapes, dings, and holes all over its body. Warthog wasn't doing any better. It was letting off far more smoke than a bonfire and seemed to be missing at least one hubcap.
They had two choices; go in and try to grab the pick up or flee and let either of them get it instead.
Carl said to Jamie "Well, this might be our only chance."
Jamie said back "Are you insane?! Do you want us to die? We're not going in there."
Carl said "Look, it's either we try to get that thing and probably die, or look for another one and get killed by someone else."
Jamie looked first to her brother, then to Sweet Tooth and Warthog, and then to a monitor displaying all their secondary weapons. They had nothing but a full tank of turbo fuel. She then looked down, sighed, and said "Fine."
Activating their turbo, they dashed right into the battle. Right before they had a chance to pick it up, Warthog launched a flurry of swarmer missiles. Within a heartbeat, they both flung open their respective car doors and leapt out. All the missiles made impact with their car, causing it to make a huge explosion that sent them flying. Carl and Jamie then blacked out.