Post by darkstar on Apr 20, 2006 13:38:06 GMT -5
Looking back toward the limo as he runs south down 5th avenue, Ashi
yells, "Give me a call when you are ready to go. I'm going to watch
for the snipers."
Nodding to Tank, "I got this here, muerto. I think the chica de luna
wants to go home. Just don't wreck my car," Tortuga says with the
trunk popping open as he moves to the back of the limo.
"I got your back Tortuga. Do what you need to do and lets get the
hell out of here," Chain adds as he keeps a vigil watch, eyeing the
buildings closely for snipers.
Nodding towards Chain and Tortuga, Tank moves toward the car, with
the driver side door opening as he approaches.
From inside the Westwind Bang chimes in nervously, "Yes, the quicker
the better please!"
"Yes," Star says sibilantly. "We should very much like to leave now."
Tortuga grabs the hydraulic jack, as Tank nimbly, despite his large
stature, climbs in the mighty Westwind.
Glancing at his wounds, Hellion looks towards the Westwind, "I'd
better go with you and see about these annoying holes in me."
With a prodigious growl, the beast leaps forward, as the lion tamer
takes command. With the precision of a simsense stunt driver, Tank
maneuvers the beast within a few feet of Hellion. As it comes to
rest, the passenger side door pops open. "Get in," Tank says flatly.
Still dripping with precious life bearing plasma, Hellion quickly
jumps into the euro-car. As he takes his seat, the mighty prowler
leaps forward once more, shutting the door automatically from the
sudden acceleration.
Under the controls of Tank, the silence of the night is broken, as
the sounds of the Westwind quickly accelerates towards the 5
Freeway, and then onto the on-ramp heading towards the complex. With
the crime scene safely behind you, Tank wisely decelerates and
maintains the proper speed limits and road rules.
Obviously under a lot of physical stress from his wounds and the
massive blood loss, Hellion begins twitch slightly as he examines
the damage taken. Opening his crimson soaked coat, a quick grin
crosses his face as he notices the unbroken bottle of saki still in
his coat pocket. His smile quickly fades, as he notices the large
hole in his gut. "That one went all the way through," he quips as he
begins to fade in and out of consciousness.
It's a good thing the Westwind is equipped with leather seats, as
you can imagine the Mexican superlatives you will hear from Tortuga
when he sees the inside of his car. "pinche madre gringo…."
yells, "Give me a call when you are ready to go. I'm going to watch
for the snipers."
Nodding to Tank, "I got this here, muerto. I think the chica de luna
wants to go home. Just don't wreck my car," Tortuga says with the
trunk popping open as he moves to the back of the limo.
"I got your back Tortuga. Do what you need to do and lets get the
hell out of here," Chain adds as he keeps a vigil watch, eyeing the
buildings closely for snipers.
Nodding towards Chain and Tortuga, Tank moves toward the car, with
the driver side door opening as he approaches.
From inside the Westwind Bang chimes in nervously, "Yes, the quicker
the better please!"
"Yes," Star says sibilantly. "We should very much like to leave now."
Tortuga grabs the hydraulic jack, as Tank nimbly, despite his large
stature, climbs in the mighty Westwind.
Glancing at his wounds, Hellion looks towards the Westwind, "I'd
better go with you and see about these annoying holes in me."
With a prodigious growl, the beast leaps forward, as the lion tamer
takes command. With the precision of a simsense stunt driver, Tank
maneuvers the beast within a few feet of Hellion. As it comes to
rest, the passenger side door pops open. "Get in," Tank says flatly.
Still dripping with precious life bearing plasma, Hellion quickly
jumps into the euro-car. As he takes his seat, the mighty prowler
leaps forward once more, shutting the door automatically from the
sudden acceleration.
Under the controls of Tank, the silence of the night is broken, as
the sounds of the Westwind quickly accelerates towards the 5
Freeway, and then onto the on-ramp heading towards the complex. With
the crime scene safely behind you, Tank wisely decelerates and
maintains the proper speed limits and road rules.
Obviously under a lot of physical stress from his wounds and the
massive blood loss, Hellion begins twitch slightly as he examines
the damage taken. Opening his crimson soaked coat, a quick grin
crosses his face as he notices the unbroken bottle of saki still in
his coat pocket. His smile quickly fades, as he notices the large
hole in his gut. "That one went all the way through," he quips as he
begins to fade in and out of consciousness.
It's a good thing the Westwind is equipped with leather seats, as
you can imagine the Mexican superlatives you will hear from Tortuga
when he sees the inside of his car. "pinche madre gringo…."