Bee

Burning Rubber (Bee and kingkonrad)

The I6 roared as it tore down the streets of London, the brunette driver in the car glancing at the rear view mirror every once in a while to see whether or not there was anyone behind her. All she could see were the circular lights of Joanne's Porsche, trailing behind her. In situations like these, Kimberly's senses went into autopilot at a higher level. Everything was focused on making sure she got away from the cops cleanly. It was essentially survival. She didn't even remember how she got to where she was in the first place. Everything was a blur, her senses and instinct taking over all processes in her brain as she dodged and weaved and slid into alleys, sideroads, and roads that would aid in her getaway. She wasn't even like this when she went racing. Even during racing she was fully aware, planning her every move in anticipation. It was like chess, but with cars. Every move was meant to set up the next move, that was the way Kimberly's style worked. Full aggression, pedal to the medal and never easing it. The Skyline had taken a lot of abuse, since Kimberly was whipping it left and right and driving at maximum pace. It was a car's worst nightmare, but Kimberly made it so that it was conditioned for this. It would be a while before it gave up and failed on Kimberly. Since the coast seemed to be clear, she pulled into a local parking lot. The R34 deserved a bit of rest and time to cool down before she made her way to wherever the hell Ross was. He knew this area way better than Kimberly - he could be anywhere right now. She parked her car and turned it off, allowing the turbo timer to operate before the car totally shut off. She grabbed her phone from her center console, taking a deep breath and removing her jacket because the recent getaway had taken a lot out of her. She needed to unwind a bit and get herself collected. It had been far too long since she had done this, not being used to the adrenaline it induced. She looked at her phone, checking it for any sign of Ross on her phone. Unfortunately there wasn't really any signal in this particular location of London, which was a bit odd but it happened. Luckily, Joanne's Porsche pulled in, parking itself right next to Kimberly's Skyline as the Scottish girl disembarked.

"Didn't take ya for such a good runner." Joanne chuckled, shutting the door behind her.

Kimberly squinted a little bit to make out where exactly Joanne was so she could know where she was talking at, "I've done this before." Kimberly replied, rubbing her tattooed arm.

"I could tell, I just followed your lead and you brought us in the clear. You looked like you knew where exactly you were going." Joanne got a little bit closer since Kimberly was having a hard time finding where Joanne was, "How exactly long have you been doing this?"

Kimberly shrugged, before winking and looking back at her Skyline. "Long enough to handle one of those." Kimberly was kicking at the ground before she got the tri-tone text sound on her phone. It was a text from her husband. Joanne was able to see the screen and Kimberly's lock screen, which was a family picture with her daughter at a beach of sorts. The text revealed the location of where exactly Ross was.

"Well looks like we gotta get packed up and on our way then. We just got ourselves a location."

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Somewhere Outside Gravesend

The Skyline had proceeded to said location at a moderate pace. Now that Kimberly had no police to worry about, especially since she was out of their jurisdiction. The Skyline deserved a cooldown drive, driving about in third gear and at a low RPM. Kimberly wondered what exactly that husband of hers was up to. Most likely changing the plates on his car, since they had a pair of some fake plates on their cars right now. They possessed fake plates for just about anywhere, all fifty states of the United States included. It was something that would land Kimberly and Ross in prison, so thats why they kept it somewhere nobody would know. It was the perfect plan. Her facade might be a bit harder considering her car was a lot more recognizable.

With some time, Kimberly found herself in the layby Ross's Subaru was parked in - the headlights of her car lighting up the Subaru before she turned the car off again. Joanne's Porsche followed closely. As Kimberly exited her car, she had this odd feeling of deja vu. It was like she was in a place like this right after running from cops. It was uncanny. She found her husband and hugged him, wrapping him like a snake and planting a long kiss on his lips. She was smiling big time, happy to see her husband again. "I missed you so much, baby!" She said, embracing him. Joanne looked like she was going to be nauseous with the affection that Kimberly was showing to her husband, but a woman had needs she needed to fill. Kimberly looked up at Ross, smiling. "Hi."

"Those fucking cops. They honestly almost got m- I mean us. If I recognized it one second too late I would be sitting in a British jail right now. I'm so glad I'm here right now." Kimberly groaned, putting her face into Ross's chest, exhaling. "It's good to be back with you." She grinned, before unlatching from him. "Gotta get those plates off. Car's not even registered here anyway." Kimberly muttered, before opening the boot of her car and grabbing a screwdriver out of it. All she needed to do was remove the plates. It would look like she had just imported this car over and was awaiting registration in the UK. But now, it was good that Kimberly was safe and sound. She would live to race another day.

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Somewhere in Lydden Hill

That morning, the alarm went off a bit early for Kimberly's tastes, resulting in her cracking an eye open and pressing the button on her phone to turn it off. It was a bit annoying how she had to wake up this early for a rallycross event. She groaned and got up, adjusting her shirt so that her breasts weren't in an awkward position. From there she got set up for the day, including taking a shower and getting freshened up - the process including her putting on her face and making sure she was ready to stun and look good for a day of racing.

Soon, the sound of a turbo four-banger filled the dirt course as a certain American woman took a joyride in it. She had a friend there who allowed her to drive this car around as long as she wanted, and by golly it was fun. Kimberly was dressed in full race attire, adidas suit, gloves, shoes, and a Sparco helmet! Her visor was flipped up so that she could see, but was handling the car like a dream. This was probably one of the greatest Toyotas ever made, it was so fun to whip around a dirt hairpin, drifting it as best as she could. At this point she had been whipping around in it for an hour or so, coming here extra early so that she could have the opportunity to drive a car like this. It was very well worth it.

Ross wasn't even here yet, Kimberly was the first one here. Not even Ryan or his little racing partner were present yet. It was just her, a few other participants, and her friend that allowed her to drive the car. But eventually, Kimberly had to pull into the paddock. That was to allow her friend to set it up for their class later today. It was a tight squeeze, but she got out of the car just fine, helmet and everything. She thanked her friend and wished them good luck, before walking back to the area meant for her squad. It had a tent set up with tools and everything - some people were there already discussing how they were going to set up the cars. Kimberly simply said hi before she went into the back, opening up her bag and pulling out her cell phone.

She had amassed a long list of missed calls from her older sister - who just happened to be taking care of her daughter while Kimberly was away. Since the call was only a few minutes ago she decided to call her sister back, hearing the little trill noise as it connected with her sister back in the states. It was pretty late back in the states, but if she knew her sister AND her daughter they were both still up. The call connected and it was showing a live feed of her older sister, Maria, smiling and waving. Kimberly and Maria looked very similar, with some minor differences in face shape. Kimberly's daughter, Mia, poked into the screen and glanced at it, before seeing it was her one and only mommy! Enthusiastically, Kimberly was met with a very lively greeting. Mia had her hair up in a bun. When most people took one look at the one and a half year old, she was a splitting image o Kimberly, just with hazel eyes and a little bit of her dad's features.

"Hi baby! How are you?" Kimberly smiled at the sight of her daughter on the phone.

Mia's happy response was a good enough reaction, she was giggling and lying into her aunt's belly, Maria gasping a little bit.

"How's the trip? The Skyline treating you well?" Maria said, holding Mia by the waist and bouncing her up and down on her leg. She was confused momentarily, but she turned around and figured out it was just Aunt Maria.

"Skyline's been alright. It did real well a few days ago. I'll tell you all about it when I get home. I'm at some cool rallycross event."

Maria nodded, she was about to say something but was interrupted by Mia starting to fuss. It was way past her bedtime and she was tired.

"I think someone's a little tired, isn't she?" Kimberly said, smiling down at her phone.

Maria looked at Mia, who was fussing a lot more now, "Yeah. I should put her to bed now. I'll see you later, sis."

Kimberly nodded, "Okay sis. Good night! Good night Mia, love you!" Kimberly said, smiling and waving goodbye. Mia only waved back, before the call disconnected. Kimberly then was returned to her lockscreen and looked out to the garage, waiting for everyone else to arrive so that she could get started with her day. But for the time being, she figured she would take a nap in her race suit. There was no reason as to why not anyway.

Burning Rubber (Bee and kingkonrad)

Name: Kimberly E. Rossi-Hartley
Age: 26
Disciplines Faced: hehe
Appearance: Kimberly stands at a nice five foot eleven inches, almost six foot if you look at her from certain angles. In addition to her height, she weighs a taut one hundred and fifty one pounds, stacking on nicely with her athletic frame. Since the first time she met her husband, her assets had grown a little bit, one being from a certain part of life she went through the other being from hours and hours of hard work at the gym. Altogether, she can be considered as exceptionally attractive. Her eyes are a piercing, light blue that only compliment her beautiful, lightly freckled face. Her wavy brown hair reaches down a little bit down her back, very rarely up in a ponytail in her everyday life. Kimberly is rarely seen without makeup though, eyeliner, shadow, blush, and lipstick. Especially lipstick. She has a signature shade, a nice Cardinal/Ruby Red from MAC. It is very apparent that red is her favorite color, especially since said red lipstick apparently "brings out her eyes". In fact, the only time she is without makeup is when she is at home and knows she's staying home, or when she's waking up/going to sleep. Even on errands she has her makeup on. Her style varies heavily, from a whole bunch of Nike clothing to the most feminine of dresses of all time. It really depends on her mood, and what she has going on that day. Generally when she wants to street race, she dresses more towards the athletic side, allowing her full range of motions and whatnot.
Nationality: American
History: Kimberly Emily Rossi was born on July 16th, 1989 in Miami, Florida to Caroline and John Rossi. They were there for only a short time as Caroline and John had to go there for a business meeting of sorts. But, unexpectedly Kimberly had to come along and there she was, the only one out of all of her siblings born outside of California. About a month or so after she was born, she was transported to Mountain View, California where she spent another 10 months of her life, before finally settling in San Jose, California. Growing up there, she was immersed into a world of sports and cars. Her father was a very big fan of sports, but an even bigger fan of cars. Because he was the head of the family, his athletic and mechanical influence spread like the plague to all members of her family, both current and future. Every member of her family had specific areas they delved in in terms of athletics. Kimberly herself was more involved in sports like soccer, softball, track and field, and most prominently basketball. But most obviously, the other parts of her heart belonged to cars as well. She eventually went to Archbishop Mitty, a school very highly known for their athletics. She was immediately put on the varsity teams as a freshman, excelling as a guard on her team. Outside of athletics, she was doing incredibly well as a student, maintaining a 3.9 (unweighted) GPA throughout her career. At the young age of sixteen, Kimberly was bestowed her license - where she received an Acura Integra as her first car. Teaching her how to drive was a very easy task, learning every intricacy there was instantly. However, this was mostly attributed to her having prior experience, her dad letting her goof around with his Porsche as a young girl. Within days of getting her license, she got into her first race - and a few more days after that she got her first ticket for speeding. But outside of that, eventually she was declared an All-American athlete in soccer, softball, and basketball - earning her a full ride scholarship to Stanford. This gave her the opportunity to really pursue her passion, delving into mechanical engineering so she could get a job in the automotive industry.
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Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

Cassie took her Mk14 and chambered it, loading it up with non-lethal tranquilizer rounds as she was specifically directed to do so. The only lethal thing on her body was her fists, as well as a knife just in case things got a little bit too close for comfort. Lucky for those who decided to cross her, she knew where it hurt most without actually killing them. It was straight out of something from Metal Gear Solid. Being sneaky, non-lethal, close quarters? It was very uncanny. The fact that Cassie had herself a Beretta M9A1 loaded up with less-than-lethal tranquilizer rounds as well was also a clear indication. The most annoying thing about having that Beretta was that she had to manually chamber it, kinda like a bolt action rifle. It was all in the expense of stealth, unfortunately justifying the extra tight suit that she had on. It was tighter than anything she had ever worn, and believe her, she had worn some pretty tight stuff in her lifetime. But at the same time, it was oddly very comfortable. Since this was Cassie, she was loaded to the teeth - and when things needed to get loud she had a shotgun. Before anyone from the higher-ups would freak out, it was loaded with beanbags, something that wouldn't kill someone immediately. Incapacitate? Yes. Kill? No. Cassie got herself ready as the helicopter approached the staging location, taking in a deep breath as she would be immersed into a situation where she exceled.

As Martin counted down, Cassie stood up, rolling her neck and hopping around as if she were warming up for a boxing match or something. This was just regular business for her. As she checked her gear once more, she stood in front of the door waiting to parachute out of the helicopter. As the time approached, Cassie jumped out of the helicopter, getting into the proper formation as she became airborne and floated in the air like an eagle of sorts. She was going to get real close to the building in some time, but she had to open her parachute as low as possible so she could have the most incognito entrance ever. She felt the wind in her face, wishing that insertion would a different way since she hated skydiving. But that was the wish of the group so that was what she had to comply with. Soon enough, the building was in sight and Cassie put her hand on the rope that would open up the parachute. She held out her right arm, watching her GPS/watch count how many feet she was away from her destination. It was set so that she would be told when to open it at the lowest possible. That point was coming up soon, and her timing was perfect as she pulled it open, being bolted back violently as she slowed down. Everything was looking smooth from here, except for one teensy bitty little thing. Where she was projected to land there was a guard standing there. Granted he was oblivious because he was blasting music, but Cassie could not land without getting detected. She only had one option. As Cassie closed in, she stuck out her feet, pulling down on her parachute. It was the most elaborate dropkick ever as her boots collided with the guard's back, knocking him forward as she unlatched from her parachute kit. She landed forwards before rolling so that she could face the guard she knocked over. Whipping out her Beretta immediately, she shot him in the head and knocked him out almost immediately. There was some cleanup involved in this, but it was fine. She just threw everything underneath some weird box and continued on her way.

"Liberty reporting in, on the way to the objective."

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

I'll get one in soon.

Burning Rubber (Bee and kingkonrad)

Kimberly turned the key and tried her absolute best to start the car, hearing it crank but failing to roar to life. The female racer was growing more and more frustrated every time she tried to restart her car, but its revival being nowhere in sight. Did the Skyline really decide to fail her now? In the middle of a crucial race with cops all over? She stared ahead at the damp road illuminated by the cool blue light of her headlights. It was just her inside of this metal encasing, nothing else but the distant sound of helicopters and sirens mixed with a mechanical symphony. She took a deep breath before attempting to crank it over again - no avail. Her blue eyes quickly hid behind her eyelids as she squinted at the dashboard in front of her before she tried one last time. Kimberly had a no quit clause in her philosophy, but if the car didn't crank over this time then something must've fucked up in the car and couldn't continue in the race. She pressed the clutch in and turned the key, hearing it finally crank over and roar to life. Kimberly was borderline crying from happiness as she revved it twice to make sure that everything she was hearing and seeing was real. The tachometer's needle moved, hearing backfire from the exhaust as she hit a certain RPM range. She quickly launched it from wherever the car was parked, and headed down the correct (wrong) side of the road so she could catch up. The time she spent trying to get her car back to life was valuable time that was wasted doing absolutely fuck-all but cranking the car over. She could see the positions of other people, and the ones that were in front of her were ways ahead. She would have the time of her life trying to catch up. As the I6 roared down the street, she cursed to herself as she made such a fatal mistake. The twin turbos were working hard providing her the power she needed to make up time. Fuck the route they had at hand, she needed to make shortcuts to save some time.

The lack of any car other than her own on these streets were not a good sign. The GPS showed that she was getting closer to them but she couldn't hear or see anything. Either her senses were lying to her or the GPS was lying to her. She cut through an alley, the bumps rattling the Skyline's cabin as she erupted from it, counter steering big time as it slid. The Skyline went down a gear to send some more power to straighten it out, speeding down yet another British road. She was tapping on her gear lever, her face showing the coolness of an experienced racer but her fingers showing the anxiety an amateur would have. Usually Kimberly was calm and collected behind the wheel, but in this particular situation she was anxious to see when and how she would get back into contention. God knew where Ross and her new friend Joanne were at right now. The helicopter was still in the air, but didn't appear to notice her at all. Surprising how they missed the only Skyline in the city darting down the streets. The Skyline was belted around a corner as she yanked the e-brake, going to yet another side street as she got closer and closer to a couple of arrows on the GPS. It could've been anyone, she was sure hoping it was her husband and her friend. Unfortunately she couldn't see jack-shit as the side street lead to a bridge that went over the road the two arrows were on. The car caught some air as she passed the upper point of the jump, landing rather violently and sending some shock up Kimberly's spine. It affected her definitely but there was no time to whine about whatever she hurt. She had to get her ass back on track if she wanted to win this thing.

Kimberly was headed for the next highlight point on her map as she heard the ever-so-familiar 'Marimba' ringtone erupt from her golden iPhone 6 that was sitting next to her. She glanced over and saw a picture of her husband's face on it, picking it up and answering the call. "Ross? Where are you?!" She said frantically, putting the phone on speakerphone and dropping it in her cup holder so that she had both hands free. As Ross explained what was going on, she grimaced and glanced at the GPS. Shaking her head, she turned it off and looked around for said signs. "I'll see you there." Kimberly said, before holding down the home button to activate her trusty personal assistant, Siri. "Siri, call Joanne!" She shouted, before Siri responded with her acknowledgement. The Scottish girl in the Porsche picked up, where Kimberly told her to just get to O2 Arena and disregard the the race due to a bad feeling. As the conversation ended, Kimberly put herself towards O2 Arena, where she had an even worse feeling in her stomach. Her intuition was rarely wrong, but she was hoping that her intuition would be wrong this time. As she could see the massive arena come into sight, it was way too quiet for a venue this big. Something was hiding but she didn't know where.

The Skyline pulled onto the circle and drove around it slowly, Kimberly leaning over her steering wheel and looking closely to see if there was anyone there. Much to her dismay, someone was there and it was neither Ross or Joanne. A pair of lights flashed to Kimberly's right, where she then saw another pair of blue lights right in the middle of the headlights. Kimberly processed the situation at hand almost immediately. This was a trap. She shifted into reverse and floored it, seeing a black E60 M5 come out of nowhere and try to t-bone the Skyline but it was too late. More M5s came out of nowhere to intercept the Skyline. They were converging all over her but she managed to find a hole. Many flashes of lights, both headlights and light bars blinded her but she managed to find a hole that was big enough for her Skyline to go through. Who were these people in the M5? Police? Did the British police even have unmarked M5s? Kimberly sped down before slowing down and trying to turn left. Unfortunately an M5 was there trying to plug that hole, and was coming towards her fast. Kimberly shifted into reverse and floored it, going into the street across from it and backing up. When she had a space big enough, she whipped her car around, shifting it into first as she came towards the end of the alley and onto a road where she only had two options, left or right. Kimberly's first instinct would be to turn right as she saw headlights out of the corner of her eye to the left, but that was where cops were coming through as well with even bigger cars. She stood no chance against those and whipped it around, kicking up a cloud of smoke as she saw a pair of circular headlights. It was none other than Joanne's Porsche, and she had come all this way only to go back to where she came from because this was an ambush. Kimberly sped past Joanne's car quickly, knowing she would be following suit. If Joanne was here, then Ross was near.

[WORK IN PROGRESS]

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

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Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

i'm waiting on other people

Burning Rubber (Bee and kingkonrad)

The Japanese legend roared down as Kimberly floored it, pedal to the metal as she blew down the upcoming straight. Of course, she was neck and neck with Joanne's 911 - which wasn't surprising considering the firepower sitting in the boot of the glorified Volkswagen Beetle. Twin turbo flat-six. It was two more cylinders than Ross's boxer, combine that with two turbos and there was the beast that was keeping up with the very powerful Skyline. As the route further developed on her phone, she realized she was going to be travelling quite the interesting path throughout the city of London. For some reason, Kimberly always found herself in Britain for her racing endeavors. She ended her last giant endeavor in Scotland. Racing in the rain in her Impreza. It was rather lovely. She didn't know what any of these locations looked like, so that was a huuge disadvantage for the American girl. However at the same time, if it was anywhere in the States, Kimberly would have the upper hand with this crowd since she was the only American she knew of here. As she saw the next turn come up, she blipped the throttle, shifting down through the gears and then pulling out of the turn like a bat out of hell. This race was for real. It wasn't some chav's 206, it was the big boys. How she and Ross got here she didn't know, but she wanted to win.

The ground was rather damp, which posed a threat to the semi-slick tires that Kimberly had installed onto her car. It was for the sake of performance, and it was rather ill-advised considering that the ground definitely wasn't going to be nice to her car. She was going to lose traction at some points, but she couldn't afford to give anything less than 110%. These were opponents that were not going to be taken lightly. A spinout could cost her some valuable time, and then she'd have to pull a Brian O'Conner and find her own shortcuts to regain some time. It was not something she liked to do since that was cheating, but if it was necessary then it would be done. There were no rules in street racing technically. Kimberly gripped her steering wheel tightly with both hands, 3 and 9 as she approached the upcoming corner the GPS told her to take. It was a rather sharp turn, so Kimberly had to do a bit of trickery with her clutch and maneuver through the corner safely.

Before she knew it, she was coming up on an... airport?! She saw the unmistakable sight of the Cargo Entrance to an airport. Next thing she knew her car was hitting 180+ on the runways, surrounded by ten thousand plus horsepower easy. She had seen movies before, and knew that driving anywhere remotely close to an airplane was not the best of ideas. She followed suit with the rest of the crowd and drove where the airplanes would have a taxi instead of the actual blast. Before long, she could feel a slight rumble travel up her car, and that only meant one thing in Britain. Helicopters. The distant sound of the British rozzers helped solidify her hunch. Now they were in a proper race. If Kimberly and company were caught, there was only one possible outcome from this. Since Kimberly wasn't exactly a British citizen, she would be extradited and prosecuted back in the states. Probably have her assets seized and her license suspended. Everyone who was racing here today knew the risks, but their love for these racing machines overtook the fear of being caught. These people were all true petrolheads, letting their vehicles go to their true potentials.

As she burst from the airport, she was once again neck to neck with the Porsche. It was amazing how Joanne managed to hang with her Skyline like glue, but at some point she needed to shake her so that she could continue her climb up the position. She expected some extravagant supercar to be at the very front, and that was okay. Kimberly knew she had the firepower to deal with them, but getting up there was the problem. They probably had such a huge time advantage, corners had to be cut in order to shave some time off the difference between them. Her Skyline could accelerate at a blisteringly fast rate, but the top speed was puny compared to the hypercars. The 0-60 time of the Skyline was well into the supercar territory, but the question was how long it could sustain its top speed. The last time Kimberly tried it her car nearly blew its motor. No way did she want a repeat of that. The Skyline powered on through the course, handling the corners ahead of it as if it were its breakfast. Corners were in this car's DNA. She intended to take full advantage of it. Except, Kimberly had failed to consider that the ground was damp as she went for the overtake for the car in front of her.

The car in front of her was an Evo IX that clearly packed a large amount of firepower. However with this upcoming corner, Kimberly could definitely make a move and pass it with ease. No effort on her part besides moving the wheel. As they exited the taxiway, Kimberly knew that a corner was coming up which rendered the perfect time to overtake. She moved left, letting her car get in front a little bit. She intended to brake late, but the ground was damp. Everyone knew what happened on damp ground. Kimberly braked, anticipating the car to get slow enough so that she could clear the turn rather widely. But instead the car just kept sliding as it slowed down, and as she turned the car started sliding. Kimberly's heart sunk to her gut as the car exited the exit, the Skyline doing a full 180 as the motor cut off and stalled. All she could see illuminated by the headlights were the other cars passing. The crowd included Ross and Joanne, which frustrated Kimberly as she tried to start the car again and get back on track. This was a fatal mistake she definitely needed to use her tricks to catch up with. She would never be able to live down the embarrassment for the next two weeks from her husband. Oh joy.

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

Cassie was slamming a drink as Lancaster decided to make another one of his stupid remarks. She shrugged before slamming more of it down, "I like how I did that, it sends a message that we are not to be fucked with." Cassie chucked a peanut at Lancaster's face before hiccuping. The redness in her face was indicating that Cassie should probably be cut off very soon. If not, she was probably going to do some very regrettable things in the next ten minutes or so. At the rate that she was slamming her drinks she would have the worst headache of her life tomorrow, but it was all totally worth it.

"We are a Bond movie." Cassie said, before faceplanting on her counter and seemingly passing out. She didn't move a single muscle for a while, probably knocked herself out and fell asleep right there and then.

Task Force Lima (COMPLETED)

As Wendy heard that the carrier had been neutralized, she sighed before hearing the next order to surrender? It was very surprising considering the situation they were in. Surrendering at this point would mean death, imprisonment, or even both. The lobby. Everyone else was at a different location than she was and here the Canuck was, barreling down a street in Copenhagen all by her lonesome with the police on her tail. This wasn't going to end well. The decision for her to turn around was an internal struggle most definitely, but in the end she had to rejoin her comrades. She did not want to be isolated. But before she made the decision to turn around, a car unexpectedly pulled out in front of her and caused her to swerve, turning straight into a closed store and plunging the car into the gate. Wendy was knocked out almost immediately.

By the time she came to, she could see the flashes of red and footsteps coming closer to her vehicle. They were rapidly approaching, and Wendy was too far into the store to escape. The car was a ragged mess. There was no escape. Wendy had to surrender. She couldn't even reach for her pistol for one last stand. Her legs were stuck and she couldn't feel them just yet. The police got to her, weapons pointed at her as she was told in heavily accented English to put her hands up. Mere minutes ago she wouldn't imagine herself in a situation like that but now here she was. She raised her hands as high as she could, knowing that she was in a bad situation and injured from the car crash.