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Malakai Octavian

-As they step through the portal from the tavern, they find themselves in the backdrop of one of the largest estates in the High End Residential area of Consequence only in the backyard behind a great, big Venetian styled mansion complete with a large pool in the backyard itself. The yard is secured with a giant line of trees, behind which is a heavy metal privacy gate built of wrought iron that spans the length of the yard. Before them is a huge concrete slab terrain that runs the span of two or three trucks complete with several motorbikes and cycles. The grounds themselves are filled with activity, an assortment of men decked out in clothing very similar to Kai’s only, to each, their own style of wearing it. It’s not just humans here but vampires able to walk in the day, his own kind of vampire, orcs, a few nymphs, a technomage, a few werecreatures and wolves, sirens. There’s even one or two shadow based creatures scattered around, a private military led by his truly. Those trucks are running, filling the air with the stench of motor oil and gasoline, fumes that rise from every large vehicle run off diesel fuel. Being loaded onto the trucks, both trucks, are two different kind of merchandise, both drugs as it were. There is no cover for what they are. You can tell by one that’s almost a liquid that it is Planet Fuck’s Devil’s tongue, by the powder that is loaded into the other vehicle that it is Tsillah’s, and Consequence’s, Bone Dust. Both in large supply. Malakai is approached by one of the other men, Grace mostly avoided since she’s arrived with the boss.- This is Drisel. He’s going to be riding shot gun in the truck we’ll be in. He’s also a decent shot with a rifle. -He manages over his shoulder, looking back to Grace- We’re going to have you ride in Saevi’s truck. We’ll have body doubles in an empty truck just in case we’re stopped.

 

Grace Masters

She’s silent as she steps through that portal, mind already racing in the way that it does when faced with new places and beings that are obviously not human. Of course, that means she’s paying attention to every last little detail, things that would be skipped over by most people are picked up by her honey colored eyes, only slightly darker now that she’s in business mode. The sound of trucks running, the smell of the gas and fumes, it’s all familiar to her in a way. But she won’t say anything about that. It’s somewhat relieving that the majority of the people there avoid her, it means less conversation while she’s in her current state of mind. But as she steps closer, looking up at the one that Kai is approached by, she folds her arms across her chest. As of the moment, most might only see the mace and the knife on her leg, but with the position of her arms, the revolver is hidden. “He’d better be.” She turns her attention to Kai, a nod of her head given. “The only thing left that I need is a high-powered, but sturdy rifle. Something that a normal person wouldn’t be able to shoot without some sort of problem. You and I both know I can handle it.” She adjusts, letting the handle of the handgun flash in the light. “Pistols are great, don’t get me wrong. But I need the capability of range as well. Just to cut out any unknown variables.”

 

Malakai Octavian

-If she has need for weapons, they’re here too. There’s a giant table with several weapon carriers, gun cases and knives. There are weapons here that even match up the tech that he’s wearing himself in the form of his own plasma cannon. Of course, he knows what she’s looking for. She’s already displaying her mace, the knife on her leg and he can see that slight bulge of a hand-gun hidden at her side. Always the hunter, he realizes, as she turns to reflect on the stranger who approaches them. Drisel is a man who looks to be in his early thirties, the type who has been on this kind of job a hundred times and it shows in the confidence he seems to radiate. He’s a demon, made readily aware of the fact by horns that sprout from his skull and his bright red skin that reflect the typical goat styled demon usually depicted by those who try and portray Satan. He looks Grace over with as much scrutiny as she gives the rest of the magical character’s all around- Take your pick. They’re here for a reason. You should get ready, though. We’re getting ready to leave. -He turns his attentions to the trucks, walking away from her now while she gets herself settled. He’s got a few things he needs to handle before they get on their way. The first of those is talking to the three drivers. He’s already got them huddled into a group by the time she walks toward the tables at all-

 

Grace Masters

There’s a nod of her head given, and she makes her way over to the table itself. She picks herself a rifle, yes, one that is hefty and almost as big as she is. But that’s fine. As a matter of fact, it’s perfect. At the same time, though, she snags a few more knives, some grenades, and anything else that can cause a bit of mayhem if needed. The knives are strapped across her chest, grenades and explosives tucked into pockets. And just like that, with little to no speech, she’s making her way back towards the indicated truck. Any of her previous banter, that slightly relaxed demeanor she put on back at the tavern, is gone. She’s even keeping her eyes at a measured chocolate brown color, just to be safe and not lose her composure here just yet. She hefts the rifle in both hands, for now, and shifts in place for a moment. After a moment, though, she reaches into the inside pocket of her vest to slip a cigarette out and into her lips. A lighter is produced, and she’s slowly letting herself /not/ be that stoic bitch everyone else is seeing.

 

Malakai Octavian

On the job, it’s sort of required to be the way that Grace is. Malakai can certainly be seen in a different light. He’s usually not the one running things like this so it’s safe to assume that the individual who had been running it is dead and that he’s looking for someone else to step in and do this sort of thing. That’s the way of the job, though. It’s rather easy to rise up in ranks when you play things right. He shifts on foot and the group surrounding him disperses, three truck drivers moving to their individual vehicles. He reaches down for his pocket, grabbing hold of a small sealed vial and with a small toss of his head back, he’s ripping the end of the vial off and dumping the harsh red liquid down his throat. There’s a reason for it but he doesn’t go into detail. Instead, as Grace approaches with a cigarette in her lips, he reaches out, grabbing hold of it and snaps it in half, tossing it to the ground.- I know you’re a smoker but you don’t while you’re in the back of the truck. There’s no air holes back there and you’ll end up light-headed from oxygen deprivation. Ready?

 

Grace Masters

There’s that slow spread of black in her eyes. But she suppresses it and grumbles to herself. But, fine. Instead of another, she slips a strip of jerky out of her pocket and shoves that into her mouth instead. She gives him a look that says it all. If they weren’t there, on a job, he might be getting an earful right about then. “Better, /Sir/?” The two simple words are positively dripping with venom, but she takes a breath, still chewing on the meat. “Been ready. Let’s get this over with.” And she’s up into the truck.

 

Malakai Octavian

I knew you loved me, -he comes back with, watching that black spread through her eyes. She has not yet seen him slip into such a mode but that’s probably for the best. He’d rather his employees not know his own temper is shrill. It gives him some standing if he ever has to lash out the way he was created to. He watches as she grabs for her pocket, fully expecting her to reach instead for a cigarette but she pulls out a piece of jerky and upon pushing it in her mouth, her voice dripping with venom, he grins and they’re on their way. The trucks are built so that the product sits in the middle of the bed, typical box truck style, but it’s tied down and positioned so that there is enough walk room to either side. In the very back, there are seats built into the truck where they’ll be able to settle if they so desire, though there is a huge chance they’ll be settling on the floor. He pulls that gun from his back, stepping on the tail gate end so he can slide in on that one side while she goes the other. It’s easy to see several other men getting in on the trucks opposite them, even those in the empty truck that they’re using for bait. In fact, she may not have seen it before but there’s one more truck there that’s empty as well. The moment he’s at the back of his truck, he’s looking and waiting for her to take her seat next to him. They’ve got a long trip.-

 

Grace Masters

His words make her scoff, and she takes a look at the truck. One more moment of defiance from her, and she positions herself on the floor of the truck. Low and out of sight for the most part, stretched out with the rifle propped up for easier firing. Already, her mind is putting together the /words/ she’s going to have for him after all this. But she can’t help herself. She glances back at him, that darkness in her eyes. “Don’t push your luck, /dear/,” she growls, turning her attention away from him as she takes in a deep breath. She’s not /his/ and she has no problem reminding him of that little fact.

 

Malakai Octavian

He’s never said that she’s his but the fact that she’s thinking about it does drawl the slightest of grins from before he shifts his weight on the seat he’s taken and positioning that plasma cannon of his in the off chance they are overtaken. There’s a brief lull in the position of the truck before it finally begins moving. Outside the truck, the others have made a line, going for the fence hidden by brush, trees and shrubbery. Due to the fact that it’s not an actual road, the ride is bumpy and the held-holds above the seats come only in handy for him, the one in the seat. She is unceremoniously jostled which may result in a discharge of her weapon if the safety isn’t on while he focuses on staying in his seat. As they leave, each truck goes a different way except for one that follows the center truck. Their own makes a right and then a dip left down a road that leads toward the star station of Consequence, toward the bridge that leads to the docking area. He goes silent for a moment, focusing on the silence of the truck moving while they begin to hear music and the deep, booming hum of the demon in the shot-gun seat while the driver is silent like Malakai. Due to the fact that the movement from here on out is mostly silent, he takes this as a chance to get to know her better in person. She is unusually salty today, he’s noticed, but he can’t tell if it’s because he kept her waiting or if it’s because she’s still dealing with issues from Persistence. He leans down and slides to a seat on the floor. The bumpy part of the ride is done for now, at least until they get to the ferry- Relax for a bit. Nothing to keep watch of in here, other than one another.

 

Grace Masters

Of course she has the safety on. What kind of hunter would she be if she were to forget basic gun safety? She can feel the knives on her chest digging in a little, but nothing too bad. There might be a few bruises, but it’s nothing she doesn’t deal with on a daily basis. Though, the bruise on her ankle is particularly annoying, her boots compressing the joint and rubbing against the bruise itself. She sighs, though, almost /feeling/ him slide to the floor instead of that seat. No, they haven’t really had a chance to talk in person, other than the slight introduction back at the inn when he recruited her. Other than that? It’s mostly just been stolen moments between the two where speech is not really a requirement. “Asking me to relax while working is like asking a fish to climb a tree. It’s not going to happen.” She clenches her jaw, a voice in her head reminding her of her motto. Don’t bite the hand that feeds. “But, fine, we can talk if you want. Just…. don’t expect me to be like I was in the tavern the other night, okay?”

 

Malakai Octavian

Relax, Grace, I’m not asking to fuck while we’re on a delivery. After, maybe, if things go according to plan. -There it is, a prelude to the potential suffering they’ll be heading into. The ride itself takes the better part of the hour and she is all too willing to speak to him as they move forward. There is a weightlessness that comes from going over a bridge, the slightest incline to their seats on the floor as the truck rises at a steep pace over that towering bridge, the occasional push on the brakes when they’re behind other vehicles but their drive, for the most part, is typical, standard ride-along. He chuckles a little at her, though, as she clenches her jaw. He nods at her arms, her legs, her chest.- Are you enjoying the enhancements? You seemed angry when you asked me if I’d done something to you night before last. -He shifts his weight from one side to the other, straightening against the buckles and braces themselves that hold his holsters and other weapon carriers on his side and thighs- 

 

Grace Masters

She sighs. “I’m not angry. I was frustrated that you didn’t even talk to me about it first. I’m not one to turn down a gift that makes my job easier. But to do it without so much as /mentioning/ it? That pissed me off.” Just like other things have put her in a mood lately. And the weight of the revolver at her side is an all too clear reminder of that. She doesn’t change her position, though, keeping herself propped up and keeping her eyes on the view outside the back of the truck. Anything to keep herself somewhat focused on the task at hand. Even if things potentially go wrong, she’ll be prepared. She doesn’t say much else, but the stiffness to her spine might just say what her words don’t. She’s hurting, but not in a physical sense. She’s angry, but not with him. She’s just a ball of feelings that she’s not used to feeling and it puts her at a mental disadvantage.

 

Malakai Octavian

Its like I said before, Grace, I don’t have to ask. I take or do what I want. It’s my business and it’s your life that’s in my hands. If you don’t understand that, perhaps you’re not quite ready for this line of work. When you get your ass kicked by some random alien, it looks bad for business since you’re part of my security. If people look down on me, I lose my capability to keep everyone in line. -He’s already explained things to her once but she’s not angry, not frustrated. Not any more. She doesn’t say much else and he doesn’t push her to. His legs stretch out before he’s pulling one knee up, wrapping his arm around it, still holding his gun straightforward. If there’s something that can go wrong, usually it does. He’s hoping that she’s able to keep her mind on task. It’s not too long after that there is a solid thud against the backdrop of the truck itself and then it’s as if they’re rocking from side to side. In moments, solid ground picks up beneath the truck. They’ve gone through a portal, it seems, one large enough for a truck. The familiar scents of Persistence become all encompassing, flooding the inside of the truck with scents of the sea and forest around the city itself. There is a brief pause, the sound sound of what seems to be a muffler popping and sputtering before they’re pushed through and into the city, hard to see from their prospective but they still have some ways to go- If you do well on today’s venture, I’m going to put you in charge of stuff for Persistence. I need to see what you’re worth before I do, though, because there’s a lot that can happen and you have been trustworthy thus far.

 

Grace Masters

“You really think he was that random?” A little of her anger starts to leak out and she stiffens even more. “There was nothing random about how I felt about him. And for you to suggest otherwise is an insult.” She sighs, though, closing her eyes for that brief moment she feels them move through a portal. “But that’s in the past and he doesn’t matter anymore. And I’ll have you know that I gave as good as I got in that fight. You think he was expecting me to use magic against him even though I know I really shouldn’t be doing it? You think he expected me to try breaking his jaw with stone covering my fist?” She drops the subject, though, switching to the other. “As long as I don’t have to stay in the inn, I’ll go where you want me to. I’m just… that place makes me sick.”

 

Malakai Octavian

-Part of his job is to ensure that she remains safe on his guard and she isn’t going to do it if she’s so focused on her ex that she can’t look for the safety of the product or watch his back. There is a reason she is in this truck with him aside from the rest of his men. She should be able to watch for the product, Saevi’s product, and their life’s work but he can see that she’s not all about the job even if she pretends to be. It wouldn’t be so easy to tease that anger out of her if she was on her ‘A’ game.- I know more than I let on. You were involved with Tsillah enough that I learned things about you. Even if it was only just here and there. Since you two didn’t last for longer than a week or so, yes, random. Just like I would call ‘us’ random. Right now. There’s no title, only expectation and desire to do things. We’re not an item and probably never will be and that’s fine by me. -He’s pushing her for a reason, even though she tries to explain herself. She might feel a certain way about her ex but that’s none of his business and he’s only trying to push her to see that it has no effect on him at all. As she closes her eyes and they move through that portal, she drops the subject and then seems to focus on the mention of promotion.- You’ll have an apartment or condo. Your choosing, so long as it isn’t a house or mansion. We can’t have you garnering anything flashy or the locals will start taking notice. I don’t currently have a deal with the trade masters of the city. They could come down on us any time we transport here but they haven’t yet. Instead, we deal with the local drug runners. -He shouldn’t be saying any of this but he understands. Now, the truck is going through the outskirts of the city toward the warehouse district. There has to be a reason why.<Throughout the city, several other trucks are delivering, some filled with product, others not so much. There comes static in both their minds, as if a radio has been alarmed and he creases his jaw- There’s going to be trouble. One of the empty trucks just got pulled over.Be at your ready.

 

Grace Masters

She doesn’t comment, her eyes still focused on everything out the back. But she gives him a nod. “No need to worry about me wanting more than just a simple apartment. I’m usually on the move so much, anything more than that would be a mistake in itself. I prefer small and clean, something I can keep without worrying about what might happen while I’m working.” But as soon as he mentions that a truck has been pulled over, she adjusts her position, keeping her fingers just close enough to the safety of her rifle so that she can flip off the safety and be prepared to fire if need be. She makes no more comments, or even thought, about the conversation now. And she refuses to even let the thoughts pass through her mind with the job at hand. “Just let me know if we need stealth or power. I’m ready for either or.” Her tone is low, and she knows he can hear her. Her plan, though, with any and all weapons she gains, to keep them in a separate location and use them as needed. Or get herself a place with the capability of a hammer space to keep things like that.

 

Malakai Octavian

-There’s only so many people who know the plan for today. Grace wasn’t in the know how until she was picked up and brought to the estate in time for the transport to happen. Being in her position, she can be assured that his attention isn’t focused on her in regards to what’s happening here. At the same time as she manages to take the safety off her rifle, he gets that static message again. Their other empty truck has been stopped. There’s gun fire, gun fire rather close to where their truck is. Suddenly, the truck begins to speed. They can feel it through the base of the frame they’re within, the truck racing down the highway. He allows himself the brief reprieve to jump up, fist punching a hole in the top of the truck and he peels back the roof’s metal frame just enough for him to pull himself through so he’s standing on the top. She has the ability to do this herself but it’s up to her to see if she can come up the way he does. In the mean time, he can see that there are four trucks coming at them, each fill with five to six people in each. Weapons are brandished, gun fire springing upon the truck, a bullet whizzing past his face to leave a small blood trail in its wake.- Get up here, Grace!

 

Grace Masters

She uses the strap attached to the rifle to keep it on her as she hears him call for her. Well, she’s not going to use the same hole he made to get up there. But she moves to the end of that tailgate and swings herself up to the top of the truck, landing in a crouch. No one can say she’s not flexible. Once up there, she kneels, pulling the rifle off of her back and finding her first target. Inhale. Trigger pull. Exhale. There’s a whole new side to Grace that Malakai gets his chance to see, one that has no time for speech, thought, or debate. One that finds a target and takes it out without remorse or afterthought. And once that first trigger pull is over, she moves to the next target. One after the other. And she also does something that might be seen as foolish on her part, knowing how it’s going to affect her. “Nos protegat,” she mutters, feeling that pain and numbness in her right shoulder. But it’s only in the shoulder, not in the hand, so she’ll be fine. This won’t /stop/ the bullets completely, but it will slow them down and make their impact less damaging. 

 

Malakai Octavian

-Kai doesn’t yet have a need for his gun like Grace does. He has magic on his side but his own magic is based on the living things around him. For now, he uses that friction between the bottom wheels of their own truck and the surface of the road which slows them down and allows the other vehicles to catch up but at the same time, his hand swipes and that first vehicle, the one opposite of the one Grace is shooting at, suddenly seems to hit a very flat wall of very incredibly hard magic, crunching in the front before they are swerving unceremoniously off the road. The action in and of itself, pushing something so large and so hefty off the road and stopping it in its tricks sends a trickle of blood crawling from his nose that he swipes off with the back of gloved hands before reaching for his own rifle. At the same time, her shots punt against the windshield, ricochet into the ground around the car. She’s going to have to change the bullets she’s using but she has a whole clip. At the same time, one of the vehicles shooting toward them fires a volley toward Grace. A bullet, slowed by her spell, ricochets to the left, but another cuts into her numbing arm while Malakai’s face heals from that wound at his cheek, a curse on his lips. He reaches forward, slamming his hand down hard against the roof of the vehicle. That gives them more of a push and traction on the road again before he is pointing that heavy plasma cannon and a bolt of plasma energy gets out, melting through the windshield of the vehicle Grace has been shooting at which should give her more than enough freedom to shoot the driver-

 

Grace Masters

She lets out a growl as a bullet hits her dead in her right arm, that black completely encompassing her eyes. Uh oh. But with the windshield shattered? Oh, she doesn’t even bother with the rifle. She reaches into her pocket, pulling out one of the explosives. And after pulling the pin, she gives it mere seconds before she’s throwing it right into the cab of that truck. With the force, it lodges into the seat there, harder for them to pull it out and toss it back. She grins as the explosion takes out that truck, aiming her revolver towards another truck. She only has six shots with it for now, but those rounds she picked up for it have the capability to shatter the glass. And she’s merciless in her aim, not bothering with injury or maiming someone. She wants them to /die/ and die quickly. Her shots are aimed for heads, for throats, for vital organs. And since she’s losing the feeling in her arm anyway, she utters another spell. “Adolebitque ea gehennae ignis!” The flames that cover another truck that’s on their trail are white hot, licking at the gas tank and causing another explosion. She doesn’t even bother with looking at Kai now, just her targets. And it’s almost like it’s not Grace crouching on top of that truck with him.

 

Malakai Octavian

-The truck that she tosses the grenade into swerves the moment the driver seems to realize what’s been tossed in but there is no time for everyone of them to get out so the driver slings the door open and jumps out, rolling into a ball that is then splattered as one of their other vehicles runs him over and his vehicle, along with five other men, goes up in a ball of flame, their vehicle launched into the air with a mushroom cloud forming around in the air above, flames and smoke combined. That still leaves two cars and one is now covered in flames that carry beneath the hood, exploding it into a ball of white flames that causes another explosion. Gunfire peppers the remaining vehicle, windshield opened by another of his plasma blasts and as it does, she’s managed to pick off those last few remaining. The truck comes to a squealing halt, leaving them caught on the underside of the bridge closest to their meet zone just as Kai lets out a series of expletives and curses- They got the Bone Dust. Burned it all. We’ve gotta save this shipment. Hop in the front. Your shot-gun guy took a bullet to the chest and isn’t going to survive. Do something about the body. -He growls before hopping out and onto the roof of the vehicle, launching himself down to the base where the driver is in his seat, bending down as if afraid of getting shot- Scoot over and help her. We don’t have much time before they’re onto us again. 

 

Grace Masters

Her eyes don’t go back to normal, even as the last of the pursuing vehicles are taken care of, and she pushes the rifle back to her back next to the mace, moving to the roof to tug open the door, wrap her legs around the one in the passenger seat, and rip him out of the truck. With him gone, she slips into the truck, finally giving herself a chance to take stock of her right arm. She grimaces, ripping part of her shirt, now left in nothing more than her sports bra, really, and uses that to make a tourniquet to stop the bleeding in her arm. She can’t /feel/ the injury, but she can see it. “Son of a bitch,” she mutters. She takes that moment to look over at the man next to her now, her black eyes fixed on his face. “How far out are we?” And without waiting for her answer, she pops a few more rounds into the revolver, effectively reloading it, making a mental note of how many rounds she still has.

 

Malakai Octavian

A few minutes from the meet up. It’s too hot, though. We have to throw all the others off our trail so we’re going underground for a while. -He grimaces himself, suddenly feeling feint. That’s when he notices it. There’s something sticking to the back of his neck, a small nano-like device that would have been impossible to notice if it had not been him clamping upon his throat. He growls before ripping it out, crushing it beneath his palm before his fingers turn in the ignition and she slides into the truck long enough to patch up her arm wound.- I’ll heal you when we get somewhere safe. Keep a look out. -With that said and as she pops her ammo back in place, the driver slips through the back, lifting up the seat. Out he pulls a bazooka that he loads and a plasma beam mini-gun that he loads too. Soon, those back doors are grating open and Malakai is pushing on the gas. It takes a few moments of back tracking but things eventually grow quiet. His face has healed by then, along with that large welt at the back of his neck where that nano-machine had latched onto him but inevitably, they’re heading over a bridge an hour later, the doors in the back still open and the original driver sitting in the back, holding onto hand straps meant to keep the door closed- How’s your arm?

 

Grace Masters

She’s not making much of a show of it, but there’s still that internal battle she has to deal with. Her jaw is clenched, and she’s still forcing herself to calm down just a little when he speaks. She nods, leaning forward slightly to rest her forehead in her left hand for just a moment. She glances at it, though, long enough to answer his question. “Can’t even feel the wound anymore,” she mutters. “The shoulder and shoulder blade are both numb. And if we run into any more trouble like that, I’ll end up losing more feeling in the arm. Consider it an occupational hazard.” She gives him a wry grin, wincing slightly as that brand starts to sting once more. The trade off for letting herself come out of that state of rage. She can /feel/ the pain now. She’s already mentally berating herself for letting the other shipment get fucked. In her mind, it’s a failure, and she deserves every bit of pain she can feel in her arm.

 

Malakai Octavian

He reaches up, pressing his hand to the side of her arm. Realistically, he shouldn’t be doing this on the road or while they’re on the move, especially with already feeling like absolute shit because of whatever was taken from him or whatever was given to him but as they move, she’ll begin to regain feeling in her arm again, flesh crafting and enhanced healing ability rushing from him to her as he floods her system momentarily with magic. He grins at her non-chalantly before they’re going over that bridge. That’s when he suddenly stops. There’s no divider in the road but at the end of the bridge, there’s a road block that leaves neither of the two entrances and exits passable. It’s filled with flickering lights in the darkness, with men in suits and guns. Even road spikes rolled out so that they can toss them onto the street in the event of the truck going through to try and ram them so instead, he whips the truck around, pushing the other driver nearly out of the truck, her against the door’s side and then they’re turning around. This causes a car to ram into their side from the other way, alerting the police to their presence. Immediately, sirens and a helicopter’s light are upon them and the chase begins.- Jesus fucking Christ.

 

Grace Masters

She lets out a growl, feeling the arm heal. Damn it. She can handle a little numbness and pain. She’s proved that multiple times over the past few days. But she keeps quiet, eyes on the road in front of them. She’s just about to aim that revolver out and at the first person she sees when the truck is being whipped around, and she’s slammed into the door for a moment. Ow. That’s a bruise. Especially with the mace slamming its head into her ribs in the back. She glares at him and gives him a smirk. “Give me something with enough firepower and I can take that chopper out. Or you just keep driving us and I can come up with a spell that’ll conceal us for a bit. Won’t be long, but it’ll be enough to get them off our asses for a bit.”

 

Malakai Octavian

Leave the chopper to our friend in the back, -He growls, looking in the mirrors off to either side of the front carriage of their truck- You focus on the cars. They won’t have the bullet proof glass we do. You can take them out with your rifle. You wanted it, right? Use it. -As she smirks, as she moves to do so, he whips the truck around on the bottom, leading the truck down the highway there with a flurry of motion that has the wheels squealing. The sirens sound louder around the back and as they are led down the roads of Persistence in the midst of a high speed chase, his driving proves that he’s not that much of a driver at all. He’s not used to being behind the wheel but he somehow manages. The previous driver seems to get a lock and there is a loud squeal of high powers rockets as it targets its missile upon the helicopter. In a display of golden fire and screaming engines, the helicopter comes storming through the air and then crashes into a building before exploding. The result is the building comes tumbling down, leaving the ground within a half-mile radius in a cloud of smoke that just barely shows off the direction of the truck as it speeds down the road with just two or three police cars chasing behind them. They’re definitely on the wanted list after this, he imagines, but their identities aren’t yet known. He’d know if they were because he’d be getting a call but this is getting messy really fast. That plasma mini-gun in the back that the other driver has held on begins to let fire out, explosions sounding through the smoke covering the area as he fires upon two of the cops, leaving her with only one-. 

 

Grace Masters

She nods, hooking her legs under the dash and leaning herself out of the window. If anyone asks, no, she’s never done anything like this before. But she’s far too calm in the midst of the chaos around her to have never been involved with something like this before. That rifle is aimed, and she’s oddly steady as she takes in that breath and fires her rifle. The recoil alone would put most people on their asses. But not her. “Just focus on getting us where we’re goin’ in one piece, yeah?” And she falls silent again, aiming her rounds at the only car left. If she can’t get them from the windshield, then she’ll get them with a few rounds at the gas tank. She’s not stupid. She knows how to do her job. For the most part.

 

Malakai Octavian

-Those enhancements he’s given Grace are what sets her pace for her next action, completed with a grace that is usually only reserved for those used to this type of work or for people trained to make the best of all situations. That recoil from the firing of her rifle does just what it needs to and it pelts into the hood of the car while also hitting the gas tanks, considering she doesn’t make the first of the shots through the windshield as she attempts, a preemptive failure due only to the fact that he swerves when she’s moving to make the shot to avoid hitting an innocent.  At that moment, though, the explosion rocks the back of the truck. The cop car’s gotten too close and the shots to the gas tank send the back of the truck into flames as the cop car does the same, veering off to the side. In just a few moments, that truck driver in the back is putting out the flames with a fire extinguisher. It gives them a chance to calm things down as they race down a road off to the side of an old airport, unused and abandoned, at least to the typical individual. But he’s not paying attention. He’s looking at Grace and that’s his mistake for the moment he turns his head back toward traffic, they’re coming the road where there’s an old side street and an innocent, undeserving vehicle slams into the truck’s side. Some product is lost as bottles shatter and give way but then the truck is tipping over and onto its side. His head hits the dash and since he’s not in his seat belt, he goes rolling in the truck and so too does the original driver in the back who is crushed beneath the weight of the truck. Grace’s player gets to decide injuries but when she comes through, she’ll find Kai knocked unconscious, blood coming from both his ears and reeling from a gash in his skull. The back of the truck open and his phone ringing in his pocket- BEEEEEPBEEEPBEEEEEEP

 

Grace Masters

She’s still leaning out of the truck when it flips, something managing to shatter her left ankle, and she lets out a groan. Her head slides along the ground, opening up a gash there too. The only part of her not scraped and bloodied is her right side, still pointed away from the ground as the truck flips. But even then, she pulls herself free from the truck, wincing as she has to stand. “Fucking….. couldn’t wait FIVE more minutes?” She grumbles to herself, mostly cursing Luck herself for this. But it’s not on Lady Luck. It’s on her. She kneels, taking weight off of her ankle, and she grunts as she flips the truck back upright. Fuck, that’s harder than she thought it would be. She takes but a moment to spit up blood, wiping her mouth with the back of her gloved hand, solid black eyes looking to the back of the truck first. Now that she can’t feel the pain pulsing through her, she stands up and moves to the front, snatching up the phone, sighing as she looks at Kai’s unconscious form. Fuck. Of FUCKING course. Anything that could go wrong? Oh, it has. She looks to the back, to the previous driver. “Don’t you dare fuckin’ die on me.” And she’s answering the phone.

 

Malakai Octavian

The truck groans heavily as she pushes it back to an upright position. It’s smoking under the hood but there’s no scent of gas or any other flammable liquid coming from the truck itself. It groans once more as she pushes Kai further into the seat but it’s obvious he isn’t dead. His wound at his head is healing but there are creeping dark veins sprouting from that knot in his neck from earlier’s nano-machine. When they get him back, they’re going to have to figure out what’s wrong but she manages to find that phone that’s tucked into the seat’s back and suddenly, there’s another voice speaking on the other end. A voice that only Grace can understand.- ‘We know he’s unconscious. Bring him to the old factory at the end of McNeese Road at the other side of Persistence. You won’t be followed. Don’t lose the rest of the product. We’ll fix him and you’ll get the money.’ -After that, it hangs up and leaves her with a decision to make. Trust the voice at the other end of the phone or get Kai back to consequence with the rest of the product in the truck. One leads to a momentary reprieve of attack from others, if it comes down to it. One leads, on the other hand, to finishing the deal, getting the money or currency from this stranger and getting Kai healed. And it all comes down to what she decides-

 

Grace Masters

She hangs up, sliding into the driver’s seat. There’s no real choice, in her mind. Finish the job. Deal with the possibility of him being pissed off with her later. And she sighs, glancing at the phone as she finagles with the truck to get it moving again. “I swear to whatever gods exist, if you fuck me over, I’m ripping you limb from god damned limb.” And she speeds off, already plotting to rip apart whoever the FUCK gave away the plan. Whoever it was that caused this shit to happen was DEAD. And she’d make sure of that. She sighs as she looks over at Kai, doing a better job of driving than he did, at least, and she hits her hand against the wheel. “I swear, if you’re pissed at me after this, I’m slapping you across the fuckin’ face.” Even with the pain in her ankle and her side, she’s still able to keep herself conscious and alert while she drives, thanks to her other side. And when she finally reaches that factory, she’s in a far more foul mood than she had been all day. She slams the truck into park and uses her right foot to kick at the door to open it. Yes. She’s angry. Sue her.

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