Marty sighed. His team seemed to be more focused on the vehicle than the looming freak not ten feet away from them. Emptying his rounds onto the floor, Marty loaded his very special brand of ammo into his shotgun.
Michael hauled himself from the overturned car, getting his leg caught on the steering wheel. The horn went off several times before he finally got out.
"Get off your igh' orse'!"
Michael pulled the pistol from his jacket and began to fire aimlessly.
Ivan ran towards the Helmet, hoping to help her/him fend off the villains. He shot twice in the direction of the car one of the robbers were in. That's when he remembered he should probably find some cover too.
Oliphant smiled when he saw the Helmet. Usually things went well when that guy...girl...whatever! was around. Something about their presence was intimidating. Personally, Oliphant thought it was the helmet. Had to be. Probably had a +500 small arms skill or something.
His thoughts were cut off as a shotgun blast whizzed by his head, and he dropped to the ground. Sadly, the place he dropped was less than ideal, as the manhole he landed on, already weakened by years of traffic, crashed through the pavement and into the sewer below.
This took a second to sink in.
The instant it did, however, he let out a mighty
"FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU,"
which could be heard for miles around.
When he regained control of himself, he climbed the ladder back up out of the manhole, just in time for Ivan to run by.
Sparrow, I'm going to guess you meant me in your previous post.
Marty, ignoring everyone else, shot the Helmet in the face, or helmet as it were, with the sticky rounds. Marty wasn't quite sure where the Helmet's face actually was, but he made a good enough guess.
"Like it'd really matter, bud."
Oliphant hauled himself out of the stinking pit, and saw the Helmet get shot in the face by the same guy who'd talked with Chase.
He pulled a frisbee out of his bag, and handed it to Ivan.
"Rig that up, will you?"
Joe, in fear again, ran towards the group of FART officers, somehow dodging their numerous shots. He ran towards a parked car, a nice blue Toyota, and manoeuvred around it, so he was facing the side of the wall of FART officers, he ran into the car with all his strength, and due to the owner not leaving any handbrakes on, it rapidly slid like a hockey puck towards the police.
Marty slowly reloaded his shotgun with his proper rounds, completely ignoring the bullets flying through the air. He was fairly certain that a bullet narrowly missed his crotch, which he had only just noticed had some kind of spikey object sticking out of it.
"Lads, we should probally pick a car. Y'know, before we're shot a couple of times."
Marty heard a crash in the background as he holstered his shotgun.
Phesoj finished in a very sarcastic voice and looked towards Joe.
What about that one?
Phesoj pointed towards three ferrari's, but he pointed with his right hand (gun hand) and let off a clip of bullets into all three cars.
Spotting the officer take out a large portion of the nearby pedestrians in one extremely impressive drift, Marty spotted a nearby Mini. He liked Mini's. They were stylish.
"C'mon lads, we've got a get away car."
As Marty wondered if Joe would fit in the small car, something fairly explosive, that looked like a fine Ferrari, flew past his body.
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