Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[RaNDM G]

I shoot Sage in the knee, then pistol whip him.
"Can you pull over here for a moment?"

"Mother... FFFFFFFuck!"

I swerve into an alley.

"Everyone out. We're ditching."

I jump in the tank, and power it back up.

Hello again. WARNING! SMALL ARMS FIRE FROM STARBOARD! WARNING! AMMUNITION DEPLETED! MAIN GUN OFFLINE! COAXIAL GUN OFFLINE! 

It appears you are trying to escape a police raid on a high-rise office complex. If you require, I am capable of providing automated assistance, as well providing a basic, intermediate, or advanced briefing on this unit's operational capabilities. Would you like a tutorial? Y/N

 

[MinimanZombie]

"Uh...Yes."

 

[ShindoL Shill]

I step out of the car and light the rag on a Molotov cocktail.
"I'll just torch it, to be safe."

 

[Knife-28]

"Oh for fucks sake." Knife mutters, taking a can of biofoam and placing to tip to Sage's knee. "This'll hurt a little." He says, before suddenly depressing the cylinder and sending another spike of pain through Sage's knee.

 

[RaNDM G]

This unit has been simplified for police and private use. As such, you may notice operation controls resemble the interior of a commercial vehicle with manual transmission. The vehicle is already at full operations capacity. All that is required is to shift into first gear and push down the pedal on your far right.

I step out of the car and light the rag on a Molotov cocktail.
"I'll just torch it, to be safe."

"Idiot, everyone on the street heard that shot! They'll follow the smoke."

"Oh for fucks sake." Knife mutters, taking a can of biofoam and placing to tip to Sage's knee. "This'll hurt a little." He says, before suddenly depressing the cylinder and sending another spike of pain through Sage's knee.

"Jesus fucking Hell!"

You are getting sick and tired of bruises.

 

[RaNDM G]

DOUBLE POST MY BAD

 

[MinimanZombie]

I shift into first gear, and push down the pedal on my far right.
"Vroom vroom motherfuckers...That sounded better in my head."

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"Still. It could work as a distraction."
I throw the bottle at the car, engulfing it in fire.

 

[RaNDM G]

The tank rolls off the stage, plowing through the stadium seats and crushing the unsuspecting gunmen under her heel.

Sister hops inside.

"Talk about shifting gears."

"Still. It could work as a distraction."
I throw the bottle at the car, engulfing it in fire.

Sirens wail close by. I bury my face in my hands.

[small]"Goddammit. Let's just go."[/small]

We go.

 

[MinimanZombie]

"Ba dum tish. Hey Sis. So, how's life?"

 

[RaNDM G]

"I'm in a tank. You?"

 

[Knife-28]

"Oh get over it." Knife says, hauling Sage out of the car just before it erupts in flames and sitting him on a nearby bin. "Ok, you stay off that knee and you should be fine." He says, taking the tip of his robotic middle finger off and stabbing the thin needle at the end into Sage's neck, knocking him out.

[small]"Goddammit. Let's just go."[/small]

"Yea yea, I'm coming." Knife says, laying a few garbage bags over Sage then walking off after RaN and Trilby.

 

[RaNDM G]

"So we're just leaving him then?"

 

[MinimanZombie]

"Pretty much the same. So, let me ask, did you honestly expect the auction to go well?"

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"Well, he said he won't tell us anything else. That pretty much makes him useless to us. So, the police can deal with him. And given that he's a fugitive, I'd say that makes us upstanding citizens. So yay us."

 

[RaNDM G]

"I'm surprised we lasted this long."

You crash through the hall door.

The hallway leads three ways. Down the offices in front of you is the elevator. To your left is the stairs and to your right is the helipad.

"Well, he said he won't tell us anything else. That pretty much makes him useless to us. So, the police can deal with him. And given that he's a fugitive, I'd say that makes us upstanding citizens. So yay us."

"Fine. Let's put some distance behind us and find some new wheels. You remember that store room right?"

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"Fortress Armaments, Unit 2317. Two poorly armed guards."

 

[MinimanZombie]

"Alright Sis, I say we take our chances with the helipad. Best comes to worse, we can turn around."
I turn the tank towards the helipad, and crash through the doors leading to it.

 

[RaNDM G]

"Fortress Armaments, Unit 2317. Two poorly armed guards."

"Alright good."

You overhear police cruisers pulling up to the flaming Cadillac. They pull the comatose Sage away from the flames and call fire and paramedics for assistance.

"Thirty blocks oughta do it."

"Alright Sis, I say we take our chances with the helipad. Best comes to worse, we can turn around."

"I hope you know what you're doing."

I turn the tank towards the helipad, and crash through the doors leading to it.

No dice. That chopper is long gone by now.

WARNING! ANTI-ARMOR AT STERN!

You glance at the camera feed behind you. Two SWAT officers with Stingers take aim.

"What now Patton?"

 

[MinimanZombie]

"Well fuck. Sister, forgive me in advance, but we're in the shit, I've come up with a split second plan, so, yeah."
I floor the tank over the edge of the helipad.