Shootout
A few minutes earlier…
A van is speeding down the streets of Hartford, filled with six criminals Less than thirty feet behind them, three police cruisers are pursuing them. They rush down the streets of Southlake, swerving to avoid the occasional unattentive motorist that hadn't pulled to the side of the road. On a relatively empty stretch of road. One of the cruisers speeds up, and slams the back of the van, causing it to lurch to the side. The driver turns the wheel, trying to steady the van and barely avoiding a vagrant who was on the side of the road.
Innside the van, the driver and another criminal are in the front seats. The other four members of their crew are in the back, sitting on bench-like seats on either side. "Who the fuck snitched?" One of the criminals swears as she hangs on to her seat in the back of the van. "One minute things were quiet, the next, the cops were right there!"
"You think the boss set us up?" One of the other criminals asks. "I mean… I didn't do anything. And I don't think T-Bone did anything, but-"
"Fuck me, would you clowns just shut up!" The third member of the crew yells. "You think that the boss would set us up? You know how bad she wants this!" She holds up a stainless steel metal briefcase. There are several dents where bullets failed to penetrate the casing. "You think the boss would fuck this up? Jesus Christ, no wonder you flunked middle school!"
"Yeah, it probably wasn't the boss" Another criminal says. "Maybe it was the fact that you!" He points to the first criminal. "Started shooting the place up when we were leaving! We were in the clear, and this braindead fuck think it's a good idea to start shooting like it's 1992!"
"Will you assholes just shut up for a second and check your weapons?" A final voice said. It was a quiet, dispassionate voice, but it made itself heard over the squealing tires, the sirens, and the muttered swearing of the driver. All eyes turned to the source of the voice. Unlike the others in the van, who were dressed in street clothes, this woman was dressed in a full ballistic suit. She was wearing a sleek reinforced ballistic vest with armor plated sleeves, a combat helmet with a faceplate pulled down, and a pair of pants with armored boots and knee pad, all of which was colored white and red.
Outside of the van another cruiser starts to pull up to the right side of the van. Out of the passenger's side of the cruiser, an officer hefts his shotgun and takes aim at the tires.
*BAM*BAM* *BAM*
*POP*
"What the fuck was that!"
"Shit, they got the tires!"
"No! No! "No!"
The van starts to swerve, the driver trying desperately to keep the van on the road. As the van lurches to the right, it hops the curb, skidding onto the parking lot of a grocery store, long since abandoned, looted, squatted in, and abandoned again. As the driver swerves to the left, the van slides towards the metal pole of one of the many streetlights in the parking lot.
"Fuck!"
"Hold on!"
"Oh no!"
"Son of a-"
The van slams into the concrete base, and the engine is crushed in the impact. Right behind, the three police cars hop the curb and start to surround the crashed van. Out of the three, a single officer hops out of two, while a pair of officers hop out of the third. All four officers take aim at the van, shotguns and patrol rifles drawn.
"Drop your weapons and exit the van!" One of the officers orders over the loud speaker.
Inside the van, five of the criminals are reeling from the crash. The driver has a large cut on his head, another is holding his side where the briefcase was launches into his ribs.
"I repeat! Drop your weapons and exit the vehicle or we will open fire!" The officer yells again. If the armored thug is intimidated, she doesn't show it.
"You have your weapons, don't you?" The armored thug asks. She hefts her own weapon, a large light machine gun. She gets up from her seat and holds up a hand to the back window, as if to surrender. "If you want to do 25 to life, stay in the fucking van" The armored thug says. "Everyone else, follow my lead" With one swift kick, she knocks the doors open, and opens fire and starts shooting.
…………………………………….
The armored criminal fires a long burst from her LMG, and the large caliber bullets tear through the cruisers like paper, leaving ragged holes wherever they impacted. Whenever a bullet hits a siren on the car, it lets out a loud whine, as if yelling in pain. One of the officers gets caught in the volley. The bullets tear through him as easily as they tear through the cruiser.
"Bruce!" One of the officers cries as her partner is gunned down. To her left, another officer aims his patrol rifle and fires at the armored thug. The first two bullets hit the armor, which doesn't even phase her. She continues stepping out of the van, and tries to fire another volley. But this time, The officer takes careful aim, and fires at the armored thug's head. The bullet hits the helmet, causing the armored thug to stumble backwards, but not fall.
The thug carrying the briefcase leaps out of the van, and sprints away, firing his machine pistol wildly at the cops. One of the officers, aimed at the fallen thug, shifts her aim and fires at the thug carrying the briefcase. The shotgun blast tears through the thug, leaving him crumpled in a heap on top of the briefcase.
"You piece of shit cops!" One of the thugs screams as she takes aim with a large assault rifle and fires, with the bullet shredding the squad car even more, and hitting the officer in the shoulder. She goes down, yelling in pain.
And this is the scene you find yourself up in when you arrive. You've managed to stay in relative darkness, but you have no doubt that at least a few drivers saw you in armor on your way here. But that's not what you're thinking of. You see a cop that's already dead, one whose hit, and a criminal who's bleeding out and crying.
You see one criminal in a sleek armor you haven't seen before, who's climbing back to her feet, and the two remaining officers are huddled behind their squad car doors, pinned down by two of the criminals who are near the van, both wielding assault rifles, while the other two, one wielding a submachine gun and another with a shotgun are spreading out in either direction. You swallow hard as you take in the scene. You knew you'd see something like this, but… that doesn't make it easier. You try to decide what to do, while ignoring the cold pit in your stomach.
[] Charge right at the criminals.
- [] Write in how you're going to attack
[] Go around the back and through the store, and attack from the rear.
- [] Write in how you're going to attack
[] Create a barrier and get between the cops and the criminals. Maybe if you can draw the criminal's fire, the police can get some more shots off.
[] Keep your distance, and attack using magic.
- [] Write in which spell you wish to use.
[] Write in.
A van is speeding down the streets of Hartford, filled with six criminals Less than thirty feet behind them, three police cruisers are pursuing them. They rush down the streets of Southlake, swerving to avoid the occasional unattentive motorist that hadn't pulled to the side of the road. On a relatively empty stretch of road. One of the cruisers speeds up, and slams the back of the van, causing it to lurch to the side. The driver turns the wheel, trying to steady the van and barely avoiding a vagrant who was on the side of the road.
Innside the van, the driver and another criminal are in the front seats. The other four members of their crew are in the back, sitting on bench-like seats on either side. "Who the fuck snitched?" One of the criminals swears as she hangs on to her seat in the back of the van. "One minute things were quiet, the next, the cops were right there!"
"You think the boss set us up?" One of the other criminals asks. "I mean… I didn't do anything. And I don't think T-Bone did anything, but-"
"Fuck me, would you clowns just shut up!" The third member of the crew yells. "You think that the boss would set us up? You know how bad she wants this!" She holds up a stainless steel metal briefcase. There are several dents where bullets failed to penetrate the casing. "You think the boss would fuck this up? Jesus Christ, no wonder you flunked middle school!"
"Yeah, it probably wasn't the boss" Another criminal says. "Maybe it was the fact that you!" He points to the first criminal. "Started shooting the place up when we were leaving! We were in the clear, and this braindead fuck think it's a good idea to start shooting like it's 1992!"
"Will you assholes just shut up for a second and check your weapons?" A final voice said. It was a quiet, dispassionate voice, but it made itself heard over the squealing tires, the sirens, and the muttered swearing of the driver. All eyes turned to the source of the voice. Unlike the others in the van, who were dressed in street clothes, this woman was dressed in a full ballistic suit. She was wearing a sleek reinforced ballistic vest with armor plated sleeves, a combat helmet with a faceplate pulled down, and a pair of pants with armored boots and knee pad, all of which was colored white and red.
Outside of the van another cruiser starts to pull up to the right side of the van. Out of the passenger's side of the cruiser, an officer hefts his shotgun and takes aim at the tires.
*BAM*BAM* *BAM*
*POP*
"What the fuck was that!"
"Shit, they got the tires!"
"No! No! "No!"
The van starts to swerve, the driver trying desperately to keep the van on the road. As the van lurches to the right, it hops the curb, skidding onto the parking lot of a grocery store, long since abandoned, looted, squatted in, and abandoned again. As the driver swerves to the left, the van slides towards the metal pole of one of the many streetlights in the parking lot.
"Fuck!"
"Hold on!"
"Oh no!"
"Son of a-"
The van slams into the concrete base, and the engine is crushed in the impact. Right behind, the three police cars hop the curb and start to surround the crashed van. Out of the three, a single officer hops out of two, while a pair of officers hop out of the third. All four officers take aim at the van, shotguns and patrol rifles drawn.
"Drop your weapons and exit the van!" One of the officers orders over the loud speaker.
Inside the van, five of the criminals are reeling from the crash. The driver has a large cut on his head, another is holding his side where the briefcase was launches into his ribs.
"I repeat! Drop your weapons and exit the vehicle or we will open fire!" The officer yells again. If the armored thug is intimidated, she doesn't show it.
"You have your weapons, don't you?" The armored thug asks. She hefts her own weapon, a large light machine gun. She gets up from her seat and holds up a hand to the back window, as if to surrender. "If you want to do 25 to life, stay in the fucking van" The armored thug says. "Everyone else, follow my lead" With one swift kick, she knocks the doors open, and opens fire and starts shooting.
…………………………………….
The armored criminal fires a long burst from her LMG, and the large caliber bullets tear through the cruisers like paper, leaving ragged holes wherever they impacted. Whenever a bullet hits a siren on the car, it lets out a loud whine, as if yelling in pain. One of the officers gets caught in the volley. The bullets tear through him as easily as they tear through the cruiser.
"Bruce!" One of the officers cries as her partner is gunned down. To her left, another officer aims his patrol rifle and fires at the armored thug. The first two bullets hit the armor, which doesn't even phase her. She continues stepping out of the van, and tries to fire another volley. But this time, The officer takes careful aim, and fires at the armored thug's head. The bullet hits the helmet, causing the armored thug to stumble backwards, but not fall.
The thug carrying the briefcase leaps out of the van, and sprints away, firing his machine pistol wildly at the cops. One of the officers, aimed at the fallen thug, shifts her aim and fires at the thug carrying the briefcase. The shotgun blast tears through the thug, leaving him crumpled in a heap on top of the briefcase.
"You piece of shit cops!" One of the thugs screams as she takes aim with a large assault rifle and fires, with the bullet shredding the squad car even more, and hitting the officer in the shoulder. She goes down, yelling in pain.
And this is the scene you find yourself up in when you arrive. You've managed to stay in relative darkness, but you have no doubt that at least a few drivers saw you in armor on your way here. But that's not what you're thinking of. You see a cop that's already dead, one whose hit, and a criminal who's bleeding out and crying.
You see one criminal in a sleek armor you haven't seen before, who's climbing back to her feet, and the two remaining officers are huddled behind their squad car doors, pinned down by two of the criminals who are near the van, both wielding assault rifles, while the other two, one wielding a submachine gun and another with a shotgun are spreading out in either direction. You swallow hard as you take in the scene. You knew you'd see something like this, but… that doesn't make it easier. You try to decide what to do, while ignoring the cold pit in your stomach.
[] Charge right at the criminals.
- [] Write in how you're going to attack
[] Go around the back and through the store, and attack from the rear.
- [] Write in how you're going to attack
[] Create a barrier and get between the cops and the criminals. Maybe if you can draw the criminal's fire, the police can get some more shots off.
[] Keep your distance, and attack using magic.
- [] Write in which spell you wish to use.
[] Write in.
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