Winter
Winter's eyes narrowed at Jax as she just made even more of a scene with her laughter. But then Taran was almost barreling into her, there was some mad man swinging his pistol around, and Prince squashed him to his death. Really, how had Winter ever gotten involved with this group in the first place? But she only had a moment to contemplate her questionable life choices, and then it was back into action.
"Split up, get to the ship!" Winter shouted at the others. She was about to take off on her own when she suddenly remembered the supplies she'd stashed in the city. Shutting her eyes, she sighed and cursed in her head.
Winter turned to the edge of the building and ran, jumping down the outside of the fire escape. Latching onto the railing, she swung herself and landed onto the level below her, the metal rattling. Several officers were rushing up the steps with their weapons in hand. The first one had his pistol pointed at Winter before he was even on the same level as her, but she knew it only had room in it for one shot. He'd want to save it for until he was sure it would hit its mark. Winter crossed the distance to him and kicked his hand away, though he kept his grip strong and didn't release his gun. He pushed himself up the final steps to finally be at the same level as Winter and threw a punch with his other hand, but she grabbed it and turned, using his momentum to throw him over her back. He landed with a rattling crash, but managed to roll out of it, turning to point his pistol at her again. She moved like water, lashing out and disarming him. In the next moment she had the gun pointed at his head.
His eyes widened at this turn of events and Winter pulled the hammer back with a smirk.
In actuality, she'd aimed the barrel just to the side of his head, but in the split second he'd had to react, he didn't have much opportunity to register anything aside from the fact he was on the wrong side of a pistol. Winter pulled the trigger and the lead ball whizzed past his head, a
crack ripping through the night air. The officer threw himself to the side out of reflex – right over the fire escape's railing. He fell with a shout and a loud thud when he hit the ground. At least the groaning told her he was still alive. So much for her non-violence streak.
The next officer was almost on her then, rage in his eyes. Winter just threw a wink at him, stuffing the pistol under her belt. Before he could reach her, she was balancing on the railing and launching herself off to the other alley wall. She grabbed onto a pipe and pushed off to land on the ground in a crouch.
Most of the officers had chased after their chief's murderer (Prince) so there were only three left in the alley – though Winter could hear footsteps rushing in their direction. The others could handle the remaining two on their own, she figured. Served them right if they had stress to deal with. Plus, they seemed like they hadn't quite had their fill of adventure yet in this grimy, polluted town.
And so Winter took off at a sprint, running back into the shopping district where she'd left her bags. When she reached the crowds she pulled out the pistol again, holding it above her head and shouting at people to move. Most tended to stay out of the way when they saw an angry person shouting and waving a gun around. It was more conspicuous than she typically liked, but Winter figured any subtlety had well been chucked out the window long ago.
She made quick work retrieving her bags and then looked around, trying to think of some way to get back to the ship when she stood out like a beacon and was weighed down with these bags. Her answer came when she saw a young man, around her age, getting off an old motorcycle, covered in dirt and grease. He was still trying to undo the strap on his helmet when Winter walked towards him, raising her gun.
"Get off the bike," she commanded, empty pistol aimed at the poor man's head.
"Leave the key." He raised his shaking hands and did as he was told. Still keeping the pistol pointed at him, she marched forward and straddled the motorcycle. She threw the pistol at him then and he flinched, falling back. Winter turned the key in the ignition and felt the bike rumble to life, angry black smoke sputtering out. It'd been a while since she'd driven one of these things, but Winter was fairly certain there was some saying about never forgetting how to ride a bike. She wondered if that applied here.
And then she was speeding off towards the dock, leaving the city behind her.
That mechanic better have finished fixing the ship. They were out of time.