Wanderers : Open RP - Current Pace: Stopped/Sporadic

Delinquent look at the woman quietly, his eyes moving from head to toe as he took in every detail of her. It was amazing the resemblance the woman had to his ex-wife, her face, her hair, the curves of her body, all reminded him of Jennifer. A thick, contemplative sigh escaped his lips before he realized that she had been speaking to them. Through the liquor and slurred speech the words regarding escape were the most pertinent ones in the bundle,

Azrakel wrote:"My name's... Myra. I can help you get out of here, if you want."

"If you have an option, ma'am, then why not get us the fuck outta here?" Delinquent responded with a slightly higher pitch than intended and a bit more force than needed.

He rose to his feet and waived for the others that he had been traveling with to join them as the sounds of the police sirens rapidly grew louder and bolder. If they were going to make it to this Baker Pool Hall then they needed to beat feat fast. Delinquent leaned heavily on the end of the barrel to his rifle as he took care not to put weight on his injured leg and looked to Myra with brow raised, waiting on her explanation of the grand escape plan.

"There's an old drainage line that runs beneath this garage. Now, normally it'd be too dangerous to try and go down into one of those water mains because of all the rain our wonderful city gets," Myra says, beginning to hoist herself up off the floor. "but they sealed off most of this old thing back when it broke and flooded the Waterfront to all-hell in '99." She sets the barrel of her gun flat against the ground and leans on it to help prop herself up as she stands. As she moves away from the wall, a smear of fresh blood becomes visible - and as Myra turns to right herself, a dark splotch surrounding a long horizontal tear on the back of her grey shirt can be seen. Finally upright, she leans back against the wall.
"Point is... underground level, far eastern corner, next to the elevator, there's a way to get in. And from there, it's just a jump, skip and... it's a hop, jump... a skip, hop... oh whatever the fuck the saying is, it leads to the aqueduct, and from there you'll be home free."

((I think I'll throw my hat into this, Story continues from here, The italics isn't important to this bit of plot, just for back-story later))

Hopping into Gwyn's hot pink van, Aces tosses his pistol into the passenger seat and turns up the radio. He pulls out of the apartment parking garage and makes his way towards his own parked sedan. As he nears the garage he left it in he notices a commotion near the entrance. A gang of enforcers seem to be bearing down on a group of people in the garage. If I don't get that package, they'll kill me. Making up his mind he slams on the gas directly towards the enforcers, who quickly sense the danger and open fire. Aces turns hard slamming into one of the troopers and flies into the entrance of the garage, he quickly turns again getting out of view of the entrance almost running into a few of the strangers before the vans comes to a hard halt smashing into the wall of the garage. Aces thinks to himself Gwen is going to kill me, while screaming an unintelligible statement "GWRA DAF KING SHAAAA!" Aces grabs the pistol out of the passenger seat and kicks the van door open almost stumbling out of the driver's seat. He attempts to walk toward a car in the far corner of the building but only manages to make it to the back of the van before succumbing to his stumbles and falling face first onto the pavement.

Without even trying to stand up Aces begins speaking "Well hello there folks, hope I'm not interrupting anything. There seem to be some angry men out there that want to come in..."

The crowd continued to grow, and that could only mean that it would become harder to escape this situation. Delinquent was not interested in things being more difficult that they already were. Wrapping an arm around the waist of the woman Delinquent began to escort her as best as his injured leg continued to hamper the process. Delinquent whispered to the woman as he looked back at the blockade that was being formed in the street, "Come on, Jen. Lets get you somewhere safe and take care of that wound."

As he reached the pink van that had joined into the fray Del smirked, "Welcome to the party, friend. We were fixing to escape and you might just want to come with us."

"Who's Jen...?" she mumbles as she staggers forward, not quite lucid enough to pursue the subject. "Yeah, I should probably get to a hospital... I think I might have... overdone it, a bit." She reaches one hand behind her back and traces her finger along the wound, which appears to be a deep bullet graze. She looks at the blood now dripping from her hand, grimaces, then wipes it off on the wall as she moves. "Does it look as bad as it feels?"

After seeing the man stumble out of the pink van Nyte turned and shouted at Dice, "Hurry up! Check whats in the trunk already. We're going to need more guns." The new wanderer fell to the pavement as Del greeted him. " Some entrance." Nyte said as he helped the newcomer to his feet. "Like Delinquent here said, best be on our way"

Azrakel wrote:"Who's Jen...?"

"Shhhhh... You're clearly delirious from the wound. I'll get you to that hospital," Delinquent whispered in a nurturing tone.

As he approached the rear of the stolen squad car he looked Nyte in the eyes. The fire of adrenaline coursing through Del's blood was evident as he spoke, "There is no time to wait for him to rummage through the trunk. If you want out, follow us, but if death is what you are after then you can stay here and it will find you."

Del set a hand on Nytes shoulder and squeezed slightly, showing the strength that had made the man a wrestler and a survivor. Del watched Nytes eyes, he would not wait long for the man to respond but Del would at least give him a chance.

Laying on the hood of his car as the sirens passed by, Sephr contemplated the bit of fun he just had. The smoke he exhaled slowly wrapped around his head in dense strands. Suddenly, something dawned on him just like the sun raising over the waterways. "Fuckin' shit man... That was them!"

He jumped up making note of where he had stowed his car as he pulled his handgun from the back of his belt. A car came from down the street at a rather decent rate, but it quickly slowed when the driver saw a gun pointed at her.

Walking up to the window the red headed mutt said "Get out, I need your hunk of junk to catch a dinner date."

As Del squeezed his shoulder Nyte replied with a sarcastic "Ouch!" "Lead on, I'll make sure the others follow." He looked from Del to the wounded girl and then back at Del. "Get her some help. I will be right behind you." Nyte put his hand on Del's shoulder as a farewell then shouted at Dice and the wanderer. "Everyone, its time to go. Del's found a way out. I'm going to buy a little time and then catch up."

The rag-tag group started to make there way to the underground passageway as Nyte ran to the Han Veo. He looked for the keys and smirked when he found Del had left them in the ignition. Blocking the stairwell entrance, as well as the hidden grate that lead to freedom with the squad car. Nyte crawled to the passenger side and got out. Making sure that everyone was gone Nyte then took aim with his Joker pistol. With the car still running Nyte shot three burst rounds into the small circular target that marked the gas tank. Not waiting for the fireworks Nyte started to climb into the darkness. He heard footsteps in the damp tunnel and then the blast. Hoping the cops wouldn't notice the small crawl space and ladder that lead down with all that chaos. The expolsion sounded bigger then a normal car going off, whatever was in the trunk must'a been special.

Nyte started to follow the sounds of the group, running in the dark tunnel.

With a little help from Nyte and the Van's bumper Aces manages to rise to the occasion. Shaking his head to clear it, he muttered something under his breath before looking around the garage again. Seeing his prized dark blue modified Moirai in the corner, almost invisible in the dark. "Just be a moment then..." Sprinting to the car he opens the trunk and removes a false back revealing a number of interesting items. Stashing the pistol he had been carrying he grabs the Colby revolver and an N-TEC rifle, tossing them behind the car momentarily. He takes a small package wrapped in brown butcher's paper and puts it into his back pocket before replacing the false back and closing the trunk. "Hope I get to see you again" He pats the car as he he picks up the pair of guns.

"Everyone, its time to go. Del's found a way out. I'm going to buy a little time and then catch up."

"Well I'm not one to argue." Aces follows the crew as they enter the drainage tunnel.

"Hurry up! Check whats in the trunk already. We're going to need more guns."

"God damned lock is broken. Hold a fucking second."

Popping open the trunk his eyes grew as wide as a child at Christmas eying the unopened presents.

Two N-Tec rifles, an Smg and a duffel bag full of magazines was waiting there, ripe for the taking.
The shit was heavy, but adrenaline could do wonderous things, grabbing all he could, he turned and double timed to get to the others moving down the tunnel.

Running to catch up to the group Nyte found Dice a little further ahead of him holding two rifles. "So I guess you managed to find something in the trunk after all?" Nyte said with a grin on his face. "May I?" Catching the N-Tec as Dice threw it Nyte heard the slow stumbles of the rest of the group. "Better check on 'em. That one chick looks pretty hurt."

As they reached the far end of the tunnel Delinquent could see the sign for the hospital through a grate above. They were here, and they appeared to be safe for now. Without a word he laid his rifle and pistol against the wall of the sewer tunnel and covered them with whatever debris was available. The woman worked her way up the ladder slowly, her wound clearly agrivating her as Delinquent watched for any incoming enforcers. With a nod to the two men coming down the tunnel Delinquent spoke in a hushed whisper, "It looks they have given up, for now... I will take care of her and meet you at the Baker Pool Hall."

"Freedom!" Myra mumbles in feign enthusiasm as they exit the tunnel into the aqueduct, thrusting one fist up to the sky in an exaggerated pose before nearly falling flat on her face.
"...What'd you say your name was?" she says, letting Del help her walk.

"Baker Pool Hall huh? Good a place as any to lay low."

Following Del's lead Aces takes his rifle and hides it in a nearby pile of debris, placing the revolver in the back of his pants and covering it with his A-shirt; not completely hidden, but it was doubtful anyone would notice.

Aces climbs up the ladder and into the cool air and immediately begins looking around for a car. A nearby green Nulander looks the perfect target and Aces sprints over, peering into the front and back seats; some magazines, a soccer ball, and what appears to be a dog's chew toy make up the immediately visible contents of the vehicle. Without a word, Aces pulls a small piece of metal from his pocket and unfolds it. He makes one more quick look around before saddling up to the car and slipping the piece down into the car door. A few grunts and tugs later and he removes and refolds the metal piece. Sliding into the drivers seat he makes quick work of the cars wiring and starts it.

"So who wants a ride?"

The smell of smoke, beer breath, and assorted foods filled the inside of Baker Pool Hall. Trauma was next to a pool table, chalking the tip of her cue as she giggled under her breath.
"Your turn, lady." a hoodlum in colorful street clothes called to her, laughing cockily after sinking three balls.
"I can hear just fine." Trauma spat out, smirking. Her blind eyes shifted along the table, as she viewed the positioning of the balls in her mind by the sound they made after the hoodlum's shot.

Trauma leaned on the table, making the shot without even aiming. The ball hit and sank one, bouncing at an angle sinking another, then ricocheting against the side of the table, sinking a third. Trauma chuckled, moving around the table, noticing the low growl of the hoodlum as he realized he had just been scammed. A betting game against a blind girl, why yes, that always sounds like a win-win situation. They always fell for it.

After three more shots Trauma had won the match flawlessly. She snatched the money from the side of the pool table, feeling the bills up with her fingers, "Hey, you're short."
"What? You scam me and now you say I'm short on the paper?!" the hoodlum was clearly angry.
"This is a twenty." she said, pulling a specific bill from the middle of the bunch, "It's supposed to be a fifty. Pony up, lover-boy." Trauma stated flatly.
"How the fuck can you tell that?! You lying to me, aren't you? You ain't blind at all!" the man reached behind his back. By the pitch of his voice Trauma could tell tomes about his intentions. She held onto the pool cue with both hands, scrunching the pack of bills against the handle. She swung hard, smashing the man's left shoulder, making him cry out in surprise as he stumbled, dropping the gun he was trying to pull out.

Trauma dropped the broken half of her cue, shoving the money into her hoodie pocket, pulling a gun from the pocket, a small revolver, aiming it at the man's head, "If you want to finish this, we'll go out back. If you want to live, you'll leave right now."
The man looked up at her, nursing his shoulder, noticing that she was staring blankly forward, even if the gun was trained perfectly at his head, "Yous a freak!" he called out.
"A freak is lacking. I am not. Now what's it going to be?" she cocked her revolver.
"Aight, aight, I'll leave." he said as he picked himself from the floor. He reached down to grab his gun.
"Leave it!" Trauma ordered firmly.
The man stiffened. He scoffed and headed for the door. Trauma had noticed the silence in the bar. She uncocked her weapon, putting it away, "End of show, people. Move along." she declared, walking over to the gun on the floor, picking it up and stowing it away on the waist of her pants under her hoodie.
"He still didn't pay up..." she muttered to herself as she moved towards the bar. She sat on a stool, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from her hoodie.

"Anyone got a light?"