05-31-2018, 02:11 PM
The freed hostages spilled out from the building in a great tide, whilst the Battle Rabbit stood off to one side, returned to his human form for the time being, his broken arm hanging by his side and his expression rigid and controlled as he fought not to show the pain he was feeling.
He had no idea what had come over Shotgun Steve to encourage the man to actually make use of one of his Secondaries in combat, rather than simply treating her as a mere accessory, as the racist, old Prime had done when they had first fought… but it would appear that even someone such as that was not completely incapable of learning.
It had occurred to Hijiri that he may need to summon himself one of those banishment circles he’d heard tell of from the Dataverse… if the Northside Wolfpack’s Claw was going to continue growing in power and unleashing new, unique abilities every time he returned from death then he could quickly become a serious threat if not removed from the picture permanently.
That was a longer term goal, though. For now, his first task was simply getting home… which could pose some difficulty. Even if the NSW themselves somehow hadn’t noticed the goings on here, despite the whole thing being broadcast on live TV, there were plenty of other petty criminals around, even here in Northside, where the two primary gangs—the Wolfpack and the Pyros—held their nigh-unassailable duopoly over organised crime.
Any one of those thugs and lowlifes could decide that even a Prime might make an easy target when worn out and suffering from a broken limb… and that killing one such as this, who had openly challenged one of the superpowers of the region, could net them quite the reward.
Still, there was little point in putting it off, so once he was sure that everyone else had abandoned the scene of the crime, and he had called the nearest EPD station to alert the Empire’s soldiers to the occurrence—acting the part of a good and upstanding citizen—the Rabbit strode off down the street, his eyes peeled for danger.
When the eighteen-wheeler rounded the corner, he was tempted to smile, but instead put a scowl he wasn’t feeling on his face. It was one of his, and in his absence it would appear that some enterprising gangsters had thought to paint their logo—a thick, dark green stripe with the letters ‘TTG’ emblazoned across it in white, along with a pair of much thinner white lines, one each positioned just a little way inwards from the top and bottom of the green section—along the sides of the silver behemoth.
When it drew to a halt, a smug-looking Alejandro reached across from the driver’s seat to open the passenger door, “Need a lift, sir?”
“Didn’t I explicitly tell you to wait back at the Pillar?” though he wasn’t about to show any gratitude after having a direct order disobeyed, the question was uttered drily, as he climbed up into the vehicle. He couldn’t really pretend to be too angry, since this was potentially saving him a whole lot of trouble.
“You did,” his security chief admitted, with not a hint of contrition in his tone, “though if I remember correctly you also said something about it being easy to defeat that guy… and then left us to watch as you went and got the shit kicked out of you by a half-naked girl. Good job there, by the way, sir, if you were aiming to lull the enemy into a false sense of security then you’ve done a bang up job. I’m sure no one in all of Northside will consider us any sort of serious threat now.”
“Alright, alright, point taken,” Hijiri muttered irritably, slamming the door shut behind him, “going after him alone may have been a bad call. You happy?”
“I’d be a lot happier if I hadn’t been forced to watch you almost getting yourself killed, but right now I’ll settle for getting you back home in more-or-less one piece, so you can get that arm seen to… sir.” as he spoke, the Spaniard pulled away from the roadside, before taking the first left, following the quickest route back to their base of operations.
He had no idea what had come over Shotgun Steve to encourage the man to actually make use of one of his Secondaries in combat, rather than simply treating her as a mere accessory, as the racist, old Prime had done when they had first fought… but it would appear that even someone such as that was not completely incapable of learning.
It had occurred to Hijiri that he may need to summon himself one of those banishment circles he’d heard tell of from the Dataverse… if the Northside Wolfpack’s Claw was going to continue growing in power and unleashing new, unique abilities every time he returned from death then he could quickly become a serious threat if not removed from the picture permanently.
That was a longer term goal, though. For now, his first task was simply getting home… which could pose some difficulty. Even if the NSW themselves somehow hadn’t noticed the goings on here, despite the whole thing being broadcast on live TV, there were plenty of other petty criminals around, even here in Northside, where the two primary gangs—the Wolfpack and the Pyros—held their nigh-unassailable duopoly over organised crime.
Any one of those thugs and lowlifes could decide that even a Prime might make an easy target when worn out and suffering from a broken limb… and that killing one such as this, who had openly challenged one of the superpowers of the region, could net them quite the reward.
Still, there was little point in putting it off, so once he was sure that everyone else had abandoned the scene of the crime, and he had called the nearest EPD station to alert the Empire’s soldiers to the occurrence—acting the part of a good and upstanding citizen—the Rabbit strode off down the street, his eyes peeled for danger.
When the eighteen-wheeler rounded the corner, he was tempted to smile, but instead put a scowl he wasn’t feeling on his face. It was one of his, and in his absence it would appear that some enterprising gangsters had thought to paint their logo—a thick, dark green stripe with the letters ‘TTG’ emblazoned across it in white, along with a pair of much thinner white lines, one each positioned just a little way inwards from the top and bottom of the green section—along the sides of the silver behemoth.
When it drew to a halt, a smug-looking Alejandro reached across from the driver’s seat to open the passenger door, “Need a lift, sir?”
“Didn’t I explicitly tell you to wait back at the Pillar?” though he wasn’t about to show any gratitude after having a direct order disobeyed, the question was uttered drily, as he climbed up into the vehicle. He couldn’t really pretend to be too angry, since this was potentially saving him a whole lot of trouble.
“You did,” his security chief admitted, with not a hint of contrition in his tone, “though if I remember correctly you also said something about it being easy to defeat that guy… and then left us to watch as you went and got the shit kicked out of you by a half-naked girl. Good job there, by the way, sir, if you were aiming to lull the enemy into a false sense of security then you’ve done a bang up job. I’m sure no one in all of Northside will consider us any sort of serious threat now.”
“Alright, alright, point taken,” Hijiri muttered irritably, slamming the door shut behind him, “going after him alone may have been a bad call. You happy?”
“I’d be a lot happier if I hadn’t been forced to watch you almost getting yourself killed, but right now I’ll settle for getting you back home in more-or-less one piece, so you can get that arm seen to… sir.” as he spoke, the Spaniard pulled away from the roadside, before taking the first left, following the quickest route back to their base of operations.
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