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Post by KR0R1C on Apr 5, 2012 22:35:05 GMT -5
Lucas nodded toward the approaching lady in recognition.
"So we gunna go after them, or she gunna be okay? Ya know, show 'em what a pair a balls look like. cause I ain' uhfraid of gettin' mah hands dirtier."
Lucas took the cigarette from the mechanic and lit it with the zippo. After a few drags he had thought over their course of action.
"Well she trusted me ta drive Curse back ta the shop. I should at least do that." Taking another drag a grin spread across the side of his face. "But after tha' I think we should put the pigs ta work. They're gettin' awful lazy 'round here. Follow me ta the shop 'n we will go from there ta get 'er back."
Lucas headed back for the Subaru. He chiefed down the cigarette and squashed the roach beneath his boot before getting in. He turned over the boxer engine and roared the angry machine to life. It was almost as if the car too was ****ed about the whole ordeal. Spinning rubber against concrete the shadow of a WRX tore out of the parking lot and back onto the highway.
Swerving in and out of traffic Lucas kept an eye behind him on the white and blue muscle. The guy kept up well. This was a good sign. Lucas knew he would need a good precision driver for the coming jailbreak. It wasnt long before the exit nearest the shop was in view. Keeping his foot in the gas the redneck caused the scooby to catch air coming off the ramp through a red light. Sliding around a few corners the AWD car caught pavement at just the right time drift seamlessly through the streets of Vegas.
Pulling into the shops neighborhood it was as if the people living nearby knew something was happening. Several of them gathered on their porches eyes fixed on Curse as it prowled by. Hitting the garage door opener split the walls enough for the two cars to pull inside. Lucky hopped out and awaited his new partners to park as well. He knew it would be time to let the King show off his true muscle.
"Welcome to the shop."
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Post by Dark Nomad on Apr 6, 2012 20:19:41 GMT -5
Anton followed Lucky in Tyranny. He was surprised at how well Lucky drove. They weaved through traffic with ease. Cops seemed to never show despite their excess speed. Anton followed Curse to the shop, following Lucky in as the doors parted.
Anton and Susie stepped out of Tyranny and took a look around. Many different cars filled the area, some in the middle of being put together. People came out of the wood works to see what was happening. Some looked surprised to see Lucky rather than the Lady to step out of Curse.
"Welcome to the shop" Lucky said to Anton and Susie.
"So what's the plan?"
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Apr 6, 2012 23:51:21 GMT -5
"The Plan-" a voice echoed the sentiment from an unseen area of the garage, "Gentlemen," from the hallway leading to the lounge and kitched entered a man, clean cut in appearance donning the sharpest suit and slickest shades, his hair tizzed into a casual style. He screamed charisma without opening his mouth; even then, with his charming smile open, a silver tongue could be heard, "The plan is to save the world," one corner of his mouth krept up his cheek into a sly smile.
No doubt the increased number of people in the Shop took Lucas off guard. Only he and Nicola worked in here. The truth was they persisted as personal guard for the man standing in front of the two Southern racers.
From behind the man emerged a woman shrouded in her own aura of enigma, very different to the suit she stood behind. A lycra combat suit with assorted pieces of armor was worn over her body, and the grip of a pistol could be seen holstered just over her shoulder. She held an expression of indifference compared to everyone else around her, neither opinionated or socially aware. The slender woman simply 'were'. After all her eye-candy was pulled in, a familiar patch was visible on her right sleeve.
With his hands out, palms facing the ground, the suit stepped forwards, "Please," he quickly started, taking his shades off, "We mean you no harm," his voice was over acted and he stifled a laugh at what probably sounded ironic to himself, "My name is Kit South," he extended a hand in friendly greeting, warmly smiling, "Behind me is my associate Pandora Brooklyn. She works for the B.S.A.A. and I, in lieu, work for INTERPOL."
"What I've come here for is to speak with you on a matter of national security," he finally announced, holding his hands behind his back and beginning a cursory slow-walk in no particular direction. Kit suddenly paused. Any previous attitude he spoke earlier was replaced entirely with concern driving the severity of the situation to its peak, "I'm gathering both of you know one Nicola Canen? Perhaps you know her better as the 'Lady?'"
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Post by KR0R1C on Jun 23, 2012 9:11:21 GMT -5
"That'd be a bit obvious seein' as we just rolled up in her shop. Wouldn't ya think?"
Something about Kit sent pins and needles up and down Lucas' spine. Maybe it was because he didnt like cops, federal agents, or just about anyone working for the government. Or maybe it was just because of the guy's overly perfect suit. The good ol' boy didn't trust anyone in a suit for various reasons. One of those being that they just let themselves into Nic's shop without permission. It had in fact taken him by surprise when he saw the squad in the garage, but it was quickly turning to anger.
"Shops closed right now. And we're a bit busy. So maybe you and your lil pals could come back later? That'd be great, thanks."
Lucky's nerve was being rubbed more and more the longer he felt the guards aiming down thier sights at him. under his clothes his chest was starting to flare red, something he'd done since he was small whenever he got worked up, frustrated, or generally ****ed off.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Jun 24, 2012 13:48:31 GMT -5
Anton made sure to keep his eyes on the surrounding party. If anything went bad, he would be damned if he ddiidnt bring some of them with him. He had his pistol in the back of his belt. Anton kept his hand on the small of Susie's back. She also had a gun in the back of her belt. She would duck for cover as Anton took both pistols and opened fire. Until the time came the two kept quiet and observant. Anton and Susie let Lucky do all of the talking since it wasn't there place to tell anyone what for. The two had stayed at the front of their Shelby where they had stopped when they were greeted.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jun 25, 2012 11:40:45 GMT -5
"I hate to sound cliched, kid, but there might not be a later," Kit stepped forwards, Pandora taking the step with him only to be shunned by a signal from the International agent. The ex-SWAT left his comfort zone and entered the privacy of Lucas and Anton. As much as it might have been observed as a mark of power, Kit made it feel fairly reserved that he barely even wanted the officers standing around the room to hear what he had to say. To that effect, he spoke hushed, "Some kinda kismet leashed you to what happens from now onward. This moment you're both the best hope of keeping catastrophe from occurring."
The tuner driver's demeanor could be felt against the air, Kit's words had no bearing on him. He grabbed Lucky's arm to keep the mechanic from jetting off, "Listen to me. I know neither you or Nic ain't dumb so I'm guessing you probably already know by now, or at least have an inkling suspicion," Kit looked between the two racers hoping to make an appeal, "A certain tick-tick-boom running neutral with the beat of her heart."
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Post by KR0R1C on Jun 27, 2012 22:02:58 GMT -5
Lucky didnt understand fully what was being said to him. But he got the gist of it.
"First off wha' kinda catastrophe are you talkin' 'bout? An' Second..."
Lucas whipped his arm out of Kit's firm grip.
"What'd'ya mean tick-tick?"
He wondered if this had something to do with the circumstances he and Nic met under, but he wasnt entirely sure. The whole situation was beginning to confuse him more than anger him. What in the world was going on with Nic? And what the heck did this suit want from Lucky and Anton?
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Post by Dark Nomad on Jun 27, 2012 22:18:26 GMT -5
Things were starting to heat up among the group in the shop. Anton was expecting Chris at any moment and knew the big guy would not like a bunch of suits staring down at them all. The roar of the Harley Chris rode only nailed Anton's coffin tighter. The door opened just enough to let him in before he saw the corporate looking man near both Susie and Anton. The two knew who he was but introductions were in short supply and Chris got a surprise of a lifetime.
"What the f**k did you just bring me into, Anton?!" Chris yelled at Anton. He automatically pulled out his guns as he noticed the rest of the official looking guards near the suit. He wasn't going to be arrested and he sure as hell isn't going down without a fight.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jun 28, 2012 10:57:52 GMT -5
To her ears the sound of an engaged firearm were akin to the ring of Hell's bell; nature of the slim woman overwrote any former thought. A flutter of light footsteps followed the newcomer's exclamation at his friend's inconsideration; Pan's hand patted the Nighthawk out of any lethal range before clamping down on it with a vice grip and pulling it free of his hand, the BSAA agent follwed with a tap to his chin intended for brief disorientation if only to give him an opportunity to reconsider his hostile behavior. "Agent Brooklyn- hmf," Kit made a sound of discontent. He had hired her as a bodyguard for this exact reason, however the man was certain he would have been able to convince the leverage of weapons with his voice easily enough, "Return his weapon-" the Interpol agent ordered before signalling the other operatives to act; two of the men moving to close the garage door, "Everyone with a patch, get out," there were some uncertain looks exchanged before eventually everyone left the workshop, "You too, Brooklyn," Pandora gave Kit a look of discomfort. When he nudged his head at the exit she finally obeyed. It became evident he was anxious, letting a long drawn breath escape from his nose. The racer, Anton, must have contacted his friend just before their arival to the shop; it was unexpected and the brief moment the garage door opened was like an open window letting in reams of radiation, "You have impeccable timing," Kit felt obligated to announce for the newcomer. Now that he were in the room, he was included in what would unfold without a ticket of return, "If you called any more of your buddies-" he looked at Anton, "Now would be the time to let me know," Kit let off a sarcastic smile. With ample solemn Kit addressed the question Lucas posed wondering if he was really so daft. The agent grimaced, never prefering to be the one who breaks the news on a matter-of-national-security, "It's something that could kill millions, if allowed..."____________________________________________________ "There were still ways to puppet people they hadn't tried yet. This plane is one of the few resources I'd been supplied with. So long as I finish jobs for them, they don't really care what I do," Nicola looked at her bosom, tapping her index finger at her chest, "And the tick-tick in here is what keeps the deal glued together."____________________________________________________ "Enough explosive to turn Vegas into a crater of ash. Surgically implanted around her heart, Nicola Canen is on a proverbial leash which, if severed, is a problem," the corner of Kit's mouth pulled, "Am I ringing any bells now?"Kit stood in the middle of the crowd, looking around at all the grease balls and wrench jockeys hoping for a shred of empathy, "If you have any interest of saving this Sinful City or the Lady herself, speak now," naturally he did not include the part where they hold their peace as the option was not entirely available at this point in time.
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Post by KR0R1C on Jun 28, 2012 13:38:30 GMT -5
Lucas hardly noticed the newcomer or that the guards had left the building. His brain pieced together the memories and with the flashback came a sudden realization. At the time he thought Nic had been talking about her heart. Well in a way she was but he thought it was her life, not a bomb.
"Am I ringing any bells now?"
Lucas could feel himself grow pale for a moment. He knew this would be the first time Anton and his friends heard of this but the puzzle seemed to make since now for Lucky. Someone was responsible for doing this to her and was going to use her to some extent. But a bomb seemed to push the envelope in the mechanics mind.
"If you have any interest of saving this Sinful City or the Lady herself, speak now."
Lucky didnt care about the city, he didnt care that he was about to be working with a suit. He knew what he had to do to help his friend.
"Who did this to her?" And, "How can I help her?" Is all Lucas could quietly say at the moment.
He couldn't believe she hadn't said something sooner, or that he didn't notice it when she tried before. But then again he couldn't blame her, what would he have done then? Nothing was the answer. He would have jumped ship back then because he didn't know her, and even if he did he didn't have the resources at the time. Maybe now he would have that chance.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Jun 28, 2012 17:22:01 GMT -5
Chris was ambushed as soon as he pulled the 1911 out. As soon as the woman grabbed the 1911, he aimed his sawed off shotgun at her head, pointblank. A quick jab to his jaw disoriented him but he kept the gun where it was. "Lady, I advise you to cut the s***." He said but not before the suit told her to give Chris his gun back. Taking it back he put them away. In seconds the building had cleared out. Anton shook his head as the suit asked if anyone else was coming. Chris saw Susie and made his way toward her. "Susie, it is good to see you again, unlike your chauffeur over there."
Once the suit had finished explaining that the bomb in the Lady's chest can kill millions. Chris wasn't sure what to think but Anton knew what they had to do. "Let's spring this bird." Anton said.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jun 29, 2012 23:40:06 GMT -5
"My thought entirely, Anton," Kit said, this time with a smile of satisfaction knowing that the driver shared the same thought as he, "It's my duty to have Nicola rescued, not just from the slam but from this limbo she's found herself caught in. However if I intervene directly there's a risk of setting off her kill switch, my background doesn't suit the role of her knight in shining armor," he cleared his throat after feeling it run a little dry, "You folk on the other hand - you're more inconspicuous - no matter how much layer of mask I put over myself I wouldn't begin to fit in with the community you've spent the majority, if not the entirety, of your lives in," for a moment Kit felt as if he was breaking through to them, it was difficult to tell with the abundance of hate they held for his kind. Honestly he wanted to explain how much this was not his true face, how his years in SWAT made his personality of the helper a paragon; he always did, but it would never make a difference.
"Who-dunnit is a company by the name of Tricell. Don't get me wrong they've done good amongst the people of the zompocalypse, but there are vile, despicable people in the Corporation's ranks who share nothing but the worst intentions for the future of the people," Kit straightened up; details were the worst part, spilling the wrong details could mean mess to clean up. Realistically he could not trust these people as much as they trusted him, "I can't explain much otherwise you might be branded as people who 'know too much' which I'd say you don't want to happen. This is need-to-know basis..."
"It's blackmail, the story began over 4 years ago now. That isn't overly important besides letting you all know how long this has gone for. What's important is The Lady, The Cherry, and The Maker-" Kit briefly switched topic, "Codewords for Nicola, Bomb, and Tricell respectively if you ever choose to use any form of radio or digital contact."
"Finally is the Third Party. We have not uncovered who they are, but the group is occupied to an extent of setting off the bomb. For the moment we're assuming it's others inside Tricell with conflicting opinions," The Interpol agent stepped over to a black box sitting on the hood of a vehicles hollow shell, pressing the power button projected an image against the garage door for all to see. It was a map, the title at the top stating 'LVPD Central', "This debacle of incarceration Nicola has put herself in is a prime opportunity for those who want her to detonate. No doubt they're on their way."
"So how can you help her?" Kit legitimately asked, turning to the group. No rhetorical reasoning was involved, "Seriously, I'm open to opinions," the arrest had only happened moments ago and the guy had no plot set up for a break out. It was going to look more authentic if a group of actual street racers pieced the prison break together themselves.
On the map a highlighted spot provided the area the cells were, then the rest were segmented off to display office blocks and other faculty areas.
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