04-05-2016, 06:28 PM
Frost? Red looked at 'Frost' from behind his sanguine helmet. He watched as she piece by piece summoned and older truck. Red was interested that she chose to go with an older, beat up vehicle rather than a newer model. His respect only grew for the woman. Choosing a vehicle with such character rather than picking the best. Dick Grayson always used to tell him when he was younger that a person's choice in vehicle said a lot about the person. The wise words rang true once again.
Red approached the passenger side door, opening it as he slid into the seat next to Frost. Red looked into the dirty rear view mirror at his friend and the other prime. Red turned his view back towards Death Mountain. Tapping his fingers anxiously he thought of the battle that would ensue. Red pulled his cell phone from his pocket and checked the website for updates.
"Still nothing..." He muttered. They wouldn't be late it would seem, which Red was thankful for. He hoped they would arrive at Death Mountain in time.
If only they would get in the truck... Red thought impatiently.
Red approached the passenger side door, opening it as he slid into the seat next to Frost. Red looked into the dirty rear view mirror at his friend and the other prime. Red turned his view back towards Death Mountain. Tapping his fingers anxiously he thought of the battle that would ensue. Red pulled his cell phone from his pocket and checked the website for updates.
"Still nothing..." He muttered. They wouldn't be late it would seem, which Red was thankful for. He hoped they would arrive at Death Mountain in time.
If only they would get in the truck... Red thought impatiently.
You can't stop crime. That's what you never understood. I'm controlling it. You wanna rule them by fear, but what do you do with the ones who aren't afraid? I'm doing what you won't, I'm taking them out.