The Sweet Escape (Mike)

A relatively miserable day in Gotham City, the weather wasn't at all great, as Gotham had gone through a bad spell weather wise lately. Dark clouds covered the sky above, creating a veil of darkness over the city. Rain fell down from the heavens above, crashing down on the floor. Residents continued to go about their business as usual, busy with the trials and tribulations an everyday Joe may face. But the interest comes from close to Gotham Bay, as one prisoner in particular was being moved from Blackgate Penitentiary to Arkham Asylum; a very difficult transfer to get processed.

Just leaving Blackgate Penitentiary was the convoy entrusted in making sure the prisoner gets to the new ‘home’. It consisted of a truck, where the prisoner was held in the back, guarded by an armed officer. The driver was wearing bullet proof Armour, just in case… In front and behind were two normal police cars; consisting of two armed policemen with one of them driving. They were slowly making their way towards Arkham Asylum, though it seemed as though they would need to take somewhat of a different route, due to the traffic.

Inside appeared to be a female prisoner, red medium(ish) hair, rather pale skin. She had her arms cuffed around the wrists, and her feet cuffed around the ankles. She was being held behind a reinforced cage type thing in the Prisoner truck. The officer in the back was pacing back and forth, strolling past all of the prisoners that were being transported. The trip seemed to be going smoothly, though. Being that it was Gotham, trouble wasn't far away.

The truck driver had caught the antics in the rear view mirror, and saw the rocket Mike had fired at the truck. In a panic, he tried to swerve to avoid it. The rocket hit the ground just as the truck was getting out of the way, as a result; the truck flipped over onto its side, sliding across the ground, sparking as the steel screeched across the ground. It crashed off the side of the road, finally coming to an immediate stop. Oddly enough the prisoners were... relatively fine, having been held in one place by the cuffs. Te guard had taken a nasty blow, crawling to go open the door and escape. The driver was making his way out of the truck, crawling prone across the floor to escape the wreckage.

COOL TRANSITION
=3

Unfortunately for the red head, she had been one of the prisoners to fall from the shackles, onto the steel side wall of the truck. She wasn't the only prisoner though, quite a few rather fierce looking brutes, not the smartest bunch, from the looks of things. The girl was quick to get to her feet, brushing down her clothes before glancing about the place. She was quite lucky all things considered, I guess those shackles were really for their own protection, literally. Though honestly, she felt as though this guy had had all the fun, leaving little to none for her. She approached him, confident in her stride, and would grab one of his handguns. She gave it a glance over, before breaking her silence.

"Loaded?"

Savannah had made her way out of the overturned truck, following the stampede of prisoners before her. Outside, in the real world, again. It felt good, it brought a smile to her face as she was able to breathe in the fresh Gotham air, a luxury you miss when stuffed in a van with rather big, sweaty prisoners. A glance to one side, she had seen that guard from before, crawling away from the scene. Savannah decided that she would approach him, grabbing him from behind to push him over onto his back. Fear was written all over his face, looking up from the ground as the figure of Savannah stood over him. She had the handgun in hand, pointed towards the guard who was too scared to even plea for his life. A smirk, she checked out the gun once more before focusing her attention on him. A warm smile, she uttered a few more words.

"I've never been one for soppy goodbyes, but..."

Boom. She shot him, a bullet straight through the brain, instant kill, +100 on Call of Duty. He was now a lifeless corpse laid out on the side of the road. Only a few hours he was feeling comfortable, happy, carrying out his job with ease. But now, he's dead. Another nameless peon of an NPC in this cruel world we call RPing Land. Savannah would walk over to the truck now, opening the passenger side door. She got in, sitting down in a rush as the man who freed her and the others, seemed eager to take off. She threw the gun on the dashboard, leaning back in the chair. A deep breath followed by a sigh of relief as she closed her eyes for a few moments, gathering her composure. Who knows what may of happened if she made it to Arkham? People say it is a tough place to break out of, with Batman and all. Luckily that Knight wasn't around for this little stunt. Opening her eyes again, she looked over to the mystery Prisoner Robin Hood.

"...thanks?"

"Correct"

Savannah had said, sat back in the seat as she looked out the window at the traffic passing by. All of them clueless as to just who was driving past them at an above average speed. This, Mike Stokes, he seemed to be fairly bright, clued in to the happenings of Gotham; well, it's law and order at least. Savannah would brush a strand of hair back, turning back round towards Mike. Nobody just blows up two police cars and turns over a truck carrying prisoners for no good reason. He must want something.

"Strange for someone to be so clued in as to the happenings of one little Arkham transfer... I'm guessing, you want something. Well, I don't kill for free... unless I have a good reason. Like that guy, trying to undress me with his eyes for that entire trip. I'd say he got what he deserved, don't you think?"

That is Savannah's own brand of justice; cruel but fair, really. She was never one to dwell on the consequences of a persons death, to her they are just a nameless target, one that potentially can make her a bit of money if terminated. Though there was little time to converse, as the blaring sound of a police car behind gradually got louder and louder, until able to be seen in the rear view mirror. Guess they weren't as safe as they had thought, damn registration plates and the increase of security on the streets these days. Still, this could potentially be quite fun.

"Come on Stud, lets see how well you drive stick"

"Right..."

As the van sped off down the road, the Police behind were gaining as every second passed by. From the dashboard, Savannah grabbed the hand gun. She wound the window down, and leaned outside, looking back at the Police Cars chasing. She fired a single shot which zipped through the air towards one of the police cars; piercing through the tyre, that car was sent strafing to the right, knocking into another police car, both being forced off the road. Two more emerged in the distance, and Savannah decided to settle down in the vehicle again, putting the hand gun down.

"Your turn"

Well, that was certainly a bumpy ride. Plans disappear, dreams takeover. Savannah would poke her head out of the window, glancing back at the carnage created thanks to Mike Stokes. In the distance she could see the cop sat in his damaged police car, reaching for his radio; obviously trying to call for back up, or to warn of officers. Savannah sat back in her seat, grabbing the hand gun once again. She leant out the window and fired a single shot. The police officer had no idea what was coming, as within a few seconds the bullet had smashed its way through the remaining windscreen, and pierced through the hand of the officer who leant back in his seat, swearing out loud as he withered in pain. Savannah sat back in her seat now, putting the gun down on the dashboard. A sigh of relief, and she turned to look at Mike again.

"Not a fan of Gotham?"