Posted at 5:23 am on Sep 13, 2015 by:
Deadblood (Undisputed Mortal Wrestling Champion)
There is a moment of sheer panic when I realize that Paul's apartment overlooks the park... and is obviously more expensive than mine.
They bolted down the hotel's stairs, motorcycle helmets on, Sheri already opening the tracking on her phone to follow Deadblood's phone. Ending up in a hallway on the first floor, they went through the nearest door to the outside, his motorcycle parked in the first space.
"Go north," she said as he started the bike and sped out of the parking lot.
He expertly navigated the bike around cars on the road, getting all sorts of honks and gestures from annoyed drivers.
"They're still going north! Must be in the sewer itself!" He didn't respond, focusing on the driving. Focusing on both not crashing and catching up to The Driller. All they had to do was continue following the GPS. "Keep north still!" However, he instead swerved and went down a concrete ramp. "Deadblood! Where the fuck are you going?! I said NORTH!"
"We have to get down to where they are somehow!" She quickly realized what he meant as he went through the shallow water of the canal he took them to and into a tunnel underneath the bridge going over the canal.
A familiar stench immediately entered both of their nostrils. A smell neither of them had planned to revisit anytime soon after finishing off CP-ZERO in the sewer.
"Okay, you're getting clo-... FUCK WATCH OUT!" Sheri wrapped both arms around Deadblood as he skidded to avoid crashing into the collapsed roof of the tunnel in front of them.
They both quickly realized the exact cause of the collapse: to the right of them was where The Driller went right through the wall of the tunnel. DB continued the chase by driving through the freshly dug tunnel himself, the bike struggling in the dirt.
Eventually, they came to the end of the tunnel, rising from the ground. They didn't recognize their surroundings. It was a wooded area. There were a few picnic tables nearby. Maybe some kind of park. On a road near the tables was a semi with a flatbed attached to it. The Driller's machine was at the rear of the flatbed, the hatch open. The man himself stood next to the machine, checking something on the tread.
"Freeze!" DB shouted, Desert Eagle aimed at The Driller.
"You want some of this? You got it!" The Driller said as he spun around, firing his assault rifle at his two pursuers.
Deadblood and Sheri ducked down on his motorcycle. Fortunately, The Driller had terrible aim. When he stopped firing, they looked up to see The Driller climbing back onto his machine, diving back down through the hatch. DB took a couple shots at the machine, but the bullets just bounced off the armor.
Looks like this chase isn't over yet!" DB followed after The Driller's machine. It moved fast for its size, quickly ending up on the highway.
There is a moment of sheer panic when I realize that Paul's apartment overlooks the park... and is obviously more expensive than mine. - Deadblood (Undisputed Mortal Wrestling Champion) - 5:23:32 AM on 09/13/2015
