Voze was sitting on a tall apartment complex building on the planet cityscape of Lundo, his helmet concealing his face. He was visibly shaken as he heard the rush of loud droning sirens and flashing lights whizz right past him. He had escaped by an inch, out of all the close calls he'd had in his days, this was one of the closest. Voze tapped his side making sure his pistol was still fastened to his side and looked over the building's edge, making sure the sirens were well past him at this point. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a shiny cyan like gem, studying it.
"I've not a clue what this thing is but it'd better gnab me a pretty Eon, for all the trouble it's caused." He muttered, sitting there on the rooftop for some time, just so he could be sure he'd gotten away with it. Voze also pulled out a small canteen, chugging away his thirst after what was the chase of his lifetime, or so far that was.