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I've RP'd for the best part of over 14 years now here on the Guild, and particularly like military settings, both contemporary, past and near future. I have even dabbled in a little more experimental RPs, as well as created a plethora of 1x1s over my time in the guild. I like creating RPs with a distinct flavour- and often shift between narrative-led RPs to semi-randomised plots.
I'm pretty flexible and try and get back to people on ideas and responses, but sometimes, I may become very busy and it will take some time till I am un-busy- though I always come back!
I'm pretty flexible and try and get back to people on ideas and responses, but sometimes, I may become very busy and it will take some time till I am un-busy- though I always come back!
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The car rattled through the corners, and the racing that followed, for the absolute rookie, was inevitably a bit of clear air. Occasional blue flag, with Hamilton, Verstappen and even Bottas passing by. Yet in their own race, they were holding their own. Valkyrie really was onto something here- and they knew this could change all of a sudden, a few retirements and they would be bumped. Kasumi was in front though, and that to Hugo was only a temptation- and with a slight turn up of engine mode, Hugo was keeping up, and through the DRS
The chequered flag was coming- and it all felt a little anti-climactic. Apart from their little race that was, and Hugo knew no matter what, he could not make contact with her. But she'd know the same too...and he was up on delta. It would be a matter of time before he was in a position to overtake, the green and white liveried F1 car roaring through the last corner and back onto the start/finish straight again.
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OST:
Heat Waves- Glass Animals
Post Meet, Two Days Later
Sitting on the beanbag in the AirBnB felt a little deflating to Max, the feeling of sitting around and doing nothing not really appealing to him much.
The rush of unpacking the R33, going straight to a meet and straight into a serious street race had given him a surge of energy, a rush that he couldn't compare to back home. But reality had hit home. You had to make your bank to keep afloat, and out here, he hoped he'd find some work in the scene. Magnus had talked about it, but he'd been far too busy to pick up his phone, probably dealing with a heap of other shit right now. It pissed Max off, he was hardly patient for it, but then again, that was life.
The problem with high heat races of course was that even without a plate, a bright white R33 was gonna show up on the streets like a magnet. It was far too hot, so for right now, he'd been chilling, getting his shit together, and figuring out other options. He was on a temporary visa after all, an ESTA, and the car was totally not legit if he was pulled over properly beyond his fake plates for it, a right hand drive import after all. A weapon, but taking it outside LA was gonna be a risk, though if all went well, he'd sort himself out something local.
Finding work wasn't legit either, but hell, there was always work moving stuff, being a getaway driver, doing the grime, and back home had problems. Shit he didn't want to think about, the world of drugs and county lines too messy to be involved in, and greedy fuckers getting a mark on his back. Something he didn't need to show. To be honest, it wasn't a problem now he was here. His YouTube of the race was popping, and while he hated exposing the scene he loved, it sure fucking got views. It got cred, and in time, it'd pay off. Work would come through, it just had to, right?
So there was one thing left that came to mind. Perhaps a random call as he scrolled through socials, feeling a bit more like he could muster up the courage to do it. Behind the wheel he might have been fearless, and in the streets too, but he was a bit introverted. At home with his wrenches and tools and kit. Maybe even with a piece, but shit, people were fucking complicated and couldn't be fixed with an 8mm spanner. Kait seemed cool, and right now, outside of Magnus and a couple of other guys he was waiting for some word on, was the only other person he knew in LA. Flicking his WhatsApp, he hit the record, not being able to type the words.
"Hey Kait, uhhh....I thought I'd drop you a line, see how you were doing. Look, I feel bad about the other night, not saying goodbye properly. Thought if you're up for it, fancy grabbing a coffee in Hollywood? I think this place I just pinged you seems decent...may keep off my car for now after you know what. Up to you totally, just trying to figure this town out....uhh yeah, cheers." Max tried to remain as smooth as possible, yet inside knew he wouldn't be. With a sigh, he leaned back in the beanbag, staring up at the ceiling fan on the mid-day lunch, exhaling a long hard breath.
The chequered flag was coming- and it all felt a little anti-climactic. Apart from their little race that was, and Hugo knew no matter what, he could not make contact with her. But she'd know the same too...and he was up on delta. It would be a matter of time before he was in a position to overtake, the green and white liveried F1 car roaring through the last corner and back onto the start/finish straight again.
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Part Five: The Underground
Los Angeles, California
OST:
Heat Waves- Glass Animals
Post Meet, Two Days Later
Sitting on the beanbag in the AirBnB felt a little deflating to Max, the feeling of sitting around and doing nothing not really appealing to him much.
The rush of unpacking the R33, going straight to a meet and straight into a serious street race had given him a surge of energy, a rush that he couldn't compare to back home. But reality had hit home. You had to make your bank to keep afloat, and out here, he hoped he'd find some work in the scene. Magnus had talked about it, but he'd been far too busy to pick up his phone, probably dealing with a heap of other shit right now. It pissed Max off, he was hardly patient for it, but then again, that was life.
The problem with high heat races of course was that even without a plate, a bright white R33 was gonna show up on the streets like a magnet. It was far too hot, so for right now, he'd been chilling, getting his shit together, and figuring out other options. He was on a temporary visa after all, an ESTA, and the car was totally not legit if he was pulled over properly beyond his fake plates for it, a right hand drive import after all. A weapon, but taking it outside LA was gonna be a risk, though if all went well, he'd sort himself out something local.
Finding work wasn't legit either, but hell, there was always work moving stuff, being a getaway driver, doing the grime, and back home had problems. Shit he didn't want to think about, the world of drugs and county lines too messy to be involved in, and greedy fuckers getting a mark on his back. Something he didn't need to show. To be honest, it wasn't a problem now he was here. His YouTube of the race was popping, and while he hated exposing the scene he loved, it sure fucking got views. It got cred, and in time, it'd pay off. Work would come through, it just had to, right?
So there was one thing left that came to mind. Perhaps a random call as he scrolled through socials, feeling a bit more like he could muster up the courage to do it. Behind the wheel he might have been fearless, and in the streets too, but he was a bit introverted. At home with his wrenches and tools and kit. Maybe even with a piece, but shit, people were fucking complicated and couldn't be fixed with an 8mm spanner. Kait seemed cool, and right now, outside of Magnus and a couple of other guys he was waiting for some word on, was the only other person he knew in LA. Flicking his WhatsApp, he hit the record, not being able to type the words.
"Hey Kait, uhhh....I thought I'd drop you a line, see how you were doing. Look, I feel bad about the other night, not saying goodbye properly. Thought if you're up for it, fancy grabbing a coffee in Hollywood? I think this place I just pinged you seems decent...may keep off my car for now after you know what. Up to you totally, just trying to figure this town out....uhh yeah, cheers." Max tried to remain as smooth as possible, yet inside knew he wouldn't be. With a sigh, he leaned back in the beanbag, staring up at the ceiling fan on the mid-day lunch, exhaling a long hard breath.
Sorry for the delay my end- been a bit creatively buzzed lately!
"Done, that works for me." Beth replied, before Sean could even get a word in, the Welshwoman clutching her FNC in hand and nodding to the Irishman, aware that while he'd be frustrated with that, it did make sense. Taking down the guys on the roof risked a bigger fight, and while Bethan liked the idea of taking them out fast, avoiding would be the best route if they could take it. Got them closer, but made it harder on the way out.
"We'll need to work with what we can prune when the opportunity arises. We've got nowt in the way of quiet weaponry, so moment we open up, we are fucked. We deal with whatever happens from that point forward." Sean put bluntly, Beth shrugging.
"Better that crucifying bitch is dead though if we get there though, eh?" She nonchalantly commented, and with that, Sean was on point, the team clambering out from cover out into a building at the side.
Sean kept his P226 in hand, FAL on back for the time being, in a point shooting stance. He had aggression and timing on his side, that at least would come to something. He's never had to kill anyone in close quarters in the army, well, outside so far, that had happened a few times. So he was ready for everything, his machete in close reach and accessible if he needed it. He reasoned he was tall enough to at least rugby tackle one of them worst came to it, and the fact that four in a room with specialist training would be able to batter someone. And so far, so quiet, the small complex. Up a set of stairs, and they were going through an alley of what seemed like some sort of flats, enclosed on all sides, and out of sight. There was nobody here, anyone sane had run because they knew what turf this was.
It grew inside of Beth that there was probably good reason- nothing good could happen from being a bystander here. She looked across to Yekatarina, moving the corner and covering the Russian, aware she was laser focussed, and a capable breacher.
"So what's your plan when we get to the compound, clamber in somehow?" She asked, wondering out loud a little perhaps, as Sean turned the next corner, then pulling back as he saw a handful of militants come along the alley, pushing back against Hayden and putting his hand up to the rest of the team.
"Shit...incoming." Sean barely uttered it, hearing them chatting among themselves, and very much aware that shit was about to hit the fan. The gang members were coming their way. There must have been at least three, from what he could tell. This could turn into a shitshow fast- two at once might have been capable, but more than that, it was risky. Sean wasn't thinking too much on that, as he took his machete, looking across to Hayden, knowing if they wanted to keep quiet, this might be a better shot. On the corner it would be tough to take them down, and it wasn't even the first time they'd got their knives out either- the P226 spare in hand, he could at least keep it out if they did need to open fire.
"Go for the first, H, I'll nab the next. The girls can have the rest."
"We'll need to work with what we can prune when the opportunity arises. We've got nowt in the way of quiet weaponry, so moment we open up, we are fucked. We deal with whatever happens from that point forward." Sean put bluntly, Beth shrugging.
"Better that crucifying bitch is dead though if we get there though, eh?" She nonchalantly commented, and with that, Sean was on point, the team clambering out from cover out into a building at the side.
Sean kept his P226 in hand, FAL on back for the time being, in a point shooting stance. He had aggression and timing on his side, that at least would come to something. He's never had to kill anyone in close quarters in the army, well, outside so far, that had happened a few times. So he was ready for everything, his machete in close reach and accessible if he needed it. He reasoned he was tall enough to at least rugby tackle one of them worst came to it, and the fact that four in a room with specialist training would be able to batter someone. And so far, so quiet, the small complex. Up a set of stairs, and they were going through an alley of what seemed like some sort of flats, enclosed on all sides, and out of sight. There was nobody here, anyone sane had run because they knew what turf this was.
It grew inside of Beth that there was probably good reason- nothing good could happen from being a bystander here. She looked across to Yekatarina, moving the corner and covering the Russian, aware she was laser focussed, and a capable breacher.
"So what's your plan when we get to the compound, clamber in somehow?" She asked, wondering out loud a little perhaps, as Sean turned the next corner, then pulling back as he saw a handful of militants come along the alley, pushing back against Hayden and putting his hand up to the rest of the team.
"Shit...incoming." Sean barely uttered it, hearing them chatting among themselves, and very much aware that shit was about to hit the fan. The gang members were coming their way. There must have been at least three, from what he could tell. This could turn into a shitshow fast- two at once might have been capable, but more than that, it was risky. Sean wasn't thinking too much on that, as he took his machete, looking across to Hayden, knowing if they wanted to keep quiet, this might be a better shot. On the corner it would be tough to take them down, and it wasn't even the first time they'd got their knives out either- the P226 spare in hand, he could at least keep it out if they did need to open fire.
"Go for the first, H, I'll nab the next. The girls can have the rest."
Perfect timing Big! I've literally just returned from NZ last night, so it's all good bud.
Bit of a slow post but if anyone wants to collab lemme know!
As an FYI- I'll be AFK from 6th of November to early December due to travelling.
As an FYI- I'll be AFK from 6th of November to early December due to travelling.
And it was something Sean did before getting out, the gear selected into first, something he hadn't really paid much thought to. Then again, he wasn't in the business of stealing cars. It wouldn't go anywhere for now, at least it might be more difficult to take, the Irishman reasoned. FAL back in hand, they were headed east, Sean giving a simple nod to Hayden as he backed him up, letting him lead into the street, and then around into the old market and into a tight alley, the access towards Melani's place.
The market felt eerie, the lights were out, and there was nothing but floodlighting left on now from generators and various setups in the distance. The traders in the night market had gone, they would ply their wares in the colder evening light, but no such thing. It was silent. Eerily so, and dark too. No NODs, and canvases over the roofs between the clay-brick buildings made the area even darker, their night vision naturally having to adjust as they moved through. Like a Souk, but far more sodden and less built up. Stalls were left, no goods in them of course, but it was left behind. There was nobody here. They had either run into the castle, or gone home.
"Lots of possible avenues in. Recommend we don't go loud for now, we may want to pick off guards as isolated as we can." Bethan commented, the other FN-made weapon she held kept tight, knowing that if things went loud, four mercs that were as well armed as them could at least hold their own against surprised. For how long, that she wondered.
"See, told you my way of it might work." Sean wryly replied, adjusting his baseball cap, covering another alley as they passed it through, heading towards a small opening in the market itself. A handful of stalls in the middle, just past where the mystery meat Hayden had picked up were left in the middle of it with a few guards around. The moonlight pierced the alley, a weird eerie world interrupted by gunfire and loud crashing of mortar shells into the distance, where all hell was breaking loose.
"Might spare us getting put up on rebar....shit, contacts, 50m. Three of them on that courtyard. Got a shooter on the roof too, looks like some sort of marksman rifle." She commented, as Sean broke from the team, finding a wall to get up against, while Bethan moved behind a stall, looking to Yekatarina, then at Hayden.
"Probably best we don't hit them. Wait them out, see if they move." Bethany calmly commented, Sean looking over at the group, then back at her.
"No chance. They're guards, not looters, they're not moving. Neither SAMC or COGS either, they have to be Melani's people. But we go loud here, we risk alerting the compound." Sean retorted, looking at the guy on the roof, the same Bethan took a glance at before she turned to the rest of the team, adjusting her boonie herself and her tactical pack, aware there wasn't going to be an easy way around this.
"Thoughts then? I might be able to flank them out, keep a low profile and if she can get onto his roof, drop that guy up there. Those guards down the bottom need some sort of distraction...you might be able to isolate them and drop them quiet if we can if you can get close enough to them. Might be half an idea to scavenge whatever you can to that end to distract them. Or put something together." Her thoughts were to the fact that well, they were in a market- there had to be something, surely? And if Hayden, Yekatarina and Sean could figure something out, they could get into the yard at least.
"This isn't Ikea. But I'm all ears."
The market felt eerie, the lights were out, and there was nothing but floodlighting left on now from generators and various setups in the distance. The traders in the night market had gone, they would ply their wares in the colder evening light, but no such thing. It was silent. Eerily so, and dark too. No NODs, and canvases over the roofs between the clay-brick buildings made the area even darker, their night vision naturally having to adjust as they moved through. Like a Souk, but far more sodden and less built up. Stalls were left, no goods in them of course, but it was left behind. There was nobody here. They had either run into the castle, or gone home.
"Lots of possible avenues in. Recommend we don't go loud for now, we may want to pick off guards as isolated as we can." Bethan commented, the other FN-made weapon she held kept tight, knowing that if things went loud, four mercs that were as well armed as them could at least hold their own against surprised. For how long, that she wondered.
"See, told you my way of it might work." Sean wryly replied, adjusting his baseball cap, covering another alley as they passed it through, heading towards a small opening in the market itself. A handful of stalls in the middle, just past where the mystery meat Hayden had picked up were left in the middle of it with a few guards around. The moonlight pierced the alley, a weird eerie world interrupted by gunfire and loud crashing of mortar shells into the distance, where all hell was breaking loose.
"Might spare us getting put up on rebar....shit, contacts, 50m. Three of them on that courtyard. Got a shooter on the roof too, looks like some sort of marksman rifle." She commented, as Sean broke from the team, finding a wall to get up against, while Bethan moved behind a stall, looking to Yekatarina, then at Hayden.
"Probably best we don't hit them. Wait them out, see if they move." Bethany calmly commented, Sean looking over at the group, then back at her.
"No chance. They're guards, not looters, they're not moving. Neither SAMC or COGS either, they have to be Melani's people. But we go loud here, we risk alerting the compound." Sean retorted, looking at the guy on the roof, the same Bethan took a glance at before she turned to the rest of the team, adjusting her boonie herself and her tactical pack, aware there wasn't going to be an easy way around this.
"Thoughts then? I might be able to flank them out, keep a low profile and if she can get onto his roof, drop that guy up there. Those guards down the bottom need some sort of distraction...you might be able to isolate them and drop them quiet if we can if you can get close enough to them. Might be half an idea to scavenge whatever you can to that end to distract them. Or put something together." Her thoughts were to the fact that well, they were in a market- there had to be something, surely? And if Hayden, Yekatarina and Sean could figure something out, they could get into the yard at least.
"This isn't Ikea. But I'm all ears."
Had a longer mental block than expected (on notice at work, leaving to go travelling in November!) - so finally got a post out!
And with that, Sean gave a gentle rev as the four-cylinder diesel chugged, the sight of skinnies beyond the gate making it clear they needed to get the fuck out, the Ulsterman pulling out and now moving.
"Get in!" Sean called out, hoping the team would take the rev as a note enough, right behind them out of the compound after the turn. The Welshwoman of the two lept into the rear of the bed, using the tailgate as a platform, grabbing a bullbar near the front to help hoist her in, raising her FNC and covering the rear angle, knowing that Hayden, as reluctant as he was, would take that bait.
"Yekatarina, time to go!" She called across to the Russian, offering a hand, and with that, hoping she'd take it. Sean had no premonitions. As soon as they were in, they were going to be out.
Bethan in the back looked across at Hayden and Yekatarina, and then on at the zombie-like mass of people coming down the road. Fuck, it seemed like a wave, people after people, they could fire into it but there'd be no doubt they'd be twice as dead if they did. She didn't like this. Thankfully, they were going the other way, and buying at least a little time.
The roads were shit, but Sean headed north-east, the dusty night streets hard to navigate with rubble, bricks and all sorts of shite all over the road, the mixed feeling of desperation, exhaustion and need fuelling him perhaps. But it was coming up, and with a rough sketch of where to go, and what to do. The road north at least led them to the outskirts, and into another slum, the houses becoming more scattered but plenty of skinnies everywhere. Sean did not let up, hitting a bump hard and turning, the entire frame of the truck feeling like it leant as Bethan had to hold to the side, yelling a comforting "Shit!" in response. The guy was driving like he'd stolen it, and in fairness, making ground. The night sky was filling occasionally with tracer fire, and the scene was etheral...and all too familiar. A hellhole in the night, and the darkness that filled the roads were only pierced by the dusted lights of the Hilux, keeping things in view.
The cross-over of a railway line threw the Hilux up again, the suspension creaking like it was about to pop, or perhaps just showing it's age. No matter what, Sean didn't let up, throwing it into a lower gear as the rear end skidded out onto the snap of tarmac once again, the intermittent movement of civies, and a few militants a blur. They were making good time, and anyone trying to stop them knew they looked as likely to be fleeing as they were going into the fight. Not worth expending rounds, given right now in this dark chances were nobody knew who was friendly or foe. Something to remember for themselves, Sean thought to himself, as he kept it back on track.
"Skinnies front!" Sean yelled, the sight of a small ramshackle checkpoint ahead making a fight or flight decision easy- it was flight. They had no reason to stop. If they had an RPG, they were fucking dead if they stopped. If they didn't, rounds were a hell of a lot more accurate in return, and they currently didn't have much apart from being a target that would be a waste of rounds. At least, that was the logic, until the rounds did fly, and Sean hoped the others would be able to get a drive-by on.
And that was what Bethan did, watching as Sean took the route around the ramshackle stop, Bethan blasting rounds back, a couple bullets slapping into the bed barely far away from the two of them, but the rounds were at least making the point clear that they had places to be.
"Fucking hell! Sean, how far?" Bethan yelled into the front, Sean giving a wry shrug, Bethan only fucked off that they were nearly getting killed over what felt like the third suicide mission of the day. A record, all things considered.
And Sean didn't know entirely. They had distance to cover, but the city was getting built up again, the suburbs were coming in close and they were covering distance. A couple of blocks in, and it felt about right to stop here. They'd taken their detour around and well, lived to fight another day. From here, they'd have to go on foot, and while Sean felt his Evasive Driving training had paid off, he knew even he wanted to be sick.
Pulling off to the side, Sean spotted a small alleyway and pulled in, noticing relatively little activity, going between a couple of buildings. A brick alcove seemed as good as an idea as any, turning around a thee-pointer in the alley and backing it into a small opening, so tight one side of the pickup scraped against it, and kept it out of sight, out of mind. Getting it out would be fun...and it wasn't going to be out of the driver's side, Sean reasoned, clambering through the passenger exit, FAL back in hand.
"That your idea of keeping a low profile? Jesus, how are we not dead?" Bethan's reaction said it all, the look of someone who was fairly surprised it hadn't all gone totally tits up.
"Like I said, getaway driving never gets old. This thing is WAY better than the Land Rovers we had." Bethan couldn't hold back a chuckle, hopping the tailgate, passing a hand to Yekatarina to drop down, walking out of the alcove and checking quarters, looking back.
"Sean, how you sure this thing is gonna leave, if it don't get stolen?"
"Well, that is a chance we're just gonna have to take. Unless we find some nicer wheels at Melani's. Which, given she's a bloodthirsty animal, unlikely." Sean added, looking across to Hayden and Yekatarina, then back at their way in.
"Best we get the fuck out of here. I put us two blocks east, give or take." Sean retorted, slapping a mag into the FAL, ready to go and aware they were now in the lion's den.
"Get in!" Sean called out, hoping the team would take the rev as a note enough, right behind them out of the compound after the turn. The Welshwoman of the two lept into the rear of the bed, using the tailgate as a platform, grabbing a bullbar near the front to help hoist her in, raising her FNC and covering the rear angle, knowing that Hayden, as reluctant as he was, would take that bait.
"Yekatarina, time to go!" She called across to the Russian, offering a hand, and with that, hoping she'd take it. Sean had no premonitions. As soon as they were in, they were going to be out.
Bethan in the back looked across at Hayden and Yekatarina, and then on at the zombie-like mass of people coming down the road. Fuck, it seemed like a wave, people after people, they could fire into it but there'd be no doubt they'd be twice as dead if they did. She didn't like this. Thankfully, they were going the other way, and buying at least a little time.
The roads were shit, but Sean headed north-east, the dusty night streets hard to navigate with rubble, bricks and all sorts of shite all over the road, the mixed feeling of desperation, exhaustion and need fuelling him perhaps. But it was coming up, and with a rough sketch of where to go, and what to do. The road north at least led them to the outskirts, and into another slum, the houses becoming more scattered but plenty of skinnies everywhere. Sean did not let up, hitting a bump hard and turning, the entire frame of the truck feeling like it leant as Bethan had to hold to the side, yelling a comforting "Shit!" in response. The guy was driving like he'd stolen it, and in fairness, making ground. The night sky was filling occasionally with tracer fire, and the scene was etheral...and all too familiar. A hellhole in the night, and the darkness that filled the roads were only pierced by the dusted lights of the Hilux, keeping things in view.
The cross-over of a railway line threw the Hilux up again, the suspension creaking like it was about to pop, or perhaps just showing it's age. No matter what, Sean didn't let up, throwing it into a lower gear as the rear end skidded out onto the snap of tarmac once again, the intermittent movement of civies, and a few militants a blur. They were making good time, and anyone trying to stop them knew they looked as likely to be fleeing as they were going into the fight. Not worth expending rounds, given right now in this dark chances were nobody knew who was friendly or foe. Something to remember for themselves, Sean thought to himself, as he kept it back on track.
"Skinnies front!" Sean yelled, the sight of a small ramshackle checkpoint ahead making a fight or flight decision easy- it was flight. They had no reason to stop. If they had an RPG, they were fucking dead if they stopped. If they didn't, rounds were a hell of a lot more accurate in return, and they currently didn't have much apart from being a target that would be a waste of rounds. At least, that was the logic, until the rounds did fly, and Sean hoped the others would be able to get a drive-by on.
And that was what Bethan did, watching as Sean took the route around the ramshackle stop, Bethan blasting rounds back, a couple bullets slapping into the bed barely far away from the two of them, but the rounds were at least making the point clear that they had places to be.
"Fucking hell! Sean, how far?" Bethan yelled into the front, Sean giving a wry shrug, Bethan only fucked off that they were nearly getting killed over what felt like the third suicide mission of the day. A record, all things considered.
And Sean didn't know entirely. They had distance to cover, but the city was getting built up again, the suburbs were coming in close and they were covering distance. A couple of blocks in, and it felt about right to stop here. They'd taken their detour around and well, lived to fight another day. From here, they'd have to go on foot, and while Sean felt his Evasive Driving training had paid off, he knew even he wanted to be sick.
Pulling off to the side, Sean spotted a small alleyway and pulled in, noticing relatively little activity, going between a couple of buildings. A brick alcove seemed as good as an idea as any, turning around a thee-pointer in the alley and backing it into a small opening, so tight one side of the pickup scraped against it, and kept it out of sight, out of mind. Getting it out would be fun...and it wasn't going to be out of the driver's side, Sean reasoned, clambering through the passenger exit, FAL back in hand.
"That your idea of keeping a low profile? Jesus, how are we not dead?" Bethan's reaction said it all, the look of someone who was fairly surprised it hadn't all gone totally tits up.
"Like I said, getaway driving never gets old. This thing is WAY better than the Land Rovers we had." Bethan couldn't hold back a chuckle, hopping the tailgate, passing a hand to Yekatarina to drop down, walking out of the alcove and checking quarters, looking back.
"Sean, how you sure this thing is gonna leave, if it don't get stolen?"
"Well, that is a chance we're just gonna have to take. Unless we find some nicer wheels at Melani's. Which, given she's a bloodthirsty animal, unlikely." Sean added, looking across to Hayden and Yekatarina, then back at their way in.
"Best we get the fuck out of here. I put us two blocks east, give or take." Sean retorted, slapping a mag into the FAL, ready to go and aware they were now in the lion's den.
Still here but had a few personal things come up! I'll post tomorrow hopefully!
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