Posted at 6:20 am on Oct 31, 2015 by:
Deadblood (Undisputed Mortal Wrestling Champion)
No brain, no pain... think about it.
"Fuck, she's going to get herself in trouble!" Or worse.
Deadblood quickly made his way down from the rooftop and got on his bike. He saw the alley she and the man she was following went into, but when he approached the entrance, they were already out of sight.
Trying the helmet's radio, he said, "Sheri, come in! Where are you?" No response. "Sheri, do you read me? What's your location? I'll come to you."
Sheri could hear him just fine. She wasn't about to blow her cover to respond to him however. He could wait. She just hoped the helmets were indeed made well enough so that only the person wearing one could hear the radio within.
She chose her movements carefully in tailing the man, watching to make sure her feet landed on nothing that would make noise and hiding behind objects as much as possible while not letting him get out of her view. Once when he seemed to be about to turn around while she was standing fully exposed in the middle of the alley, she gave a quick mental tug, causing a metal barrel to topple over ahead of them. This was more than enough to get his attention.
He approached the barrel with his Uzi drawn until he realized that the barrel seemed to have just fallen over on its own. "Tyrone, you a muthafucking fool. Jumping at shadows and shit." He holstered the gun and moved along.
Tyrone apparently knew exactly where he was going. He walked up to a door that Sheri thought he was about to force open, but it pushed right open. She quickly moved up and flattened herself on the wall to the side of the door. She could hear him talking to someone else inside the building.
"They okay?" asked the unknown man.
"Fuck no they ain't," said Tyrone. "Let's get out of here before the damn police spot us."
Sheri heard another door squeak open and she cautiously opened the door she was still behind. She found herself in the lobby of a rundown apartment building. The front door was just closing, leaving no doubt in her mind which way Tyrone and his friend went.
She approached the door and peered out the window. They were slowly crossing the street towards a Cadillac. She opened the door to go outside too, proud of herself. All she had to do now was wait for them to start driving off and hopefully she'd be able to get a license plate number then. Something solid for she and DB to work from.
They were just reaching the car when an engine was heard up the street. The engine of a sports bike. Deadblood's dark gray sport's bike. Everything probably would have gone as planned if Tyrone and his friend first didn't look at the bike and then the friend noticed her too, the helmet standing out to him.
"Fuck, I think they the police!" said Tyrone's friend.
That was all it took for both men to draw their Uzis and start firing at both DB and Sheri. Cursing, Sheri dove behind several metal garbage cans.
DB didn't try to take cover and instead raced at them. Reaching for a grenade, he would have loved to blow them right up and solve several problems at once. It was risky in such a public place though and he instead threw a smoke grenade. The grenade landed in the middle of the street, rolling before starting to emit smoke, quickly filling the street with a thick wall of it.
"Come on!" he shouted at Sheri as he came to stop in front of the trashcans. He could hear the thugs coughing in the smoke. Before she could get on the bike, he could also hear them getting into their car and taking off. At least it stopped the shooting.
"Way to blow my cover," she said, climbing onto the back of the bike.
"If you'd like, I can just leave you here. Come back in a couple hours." He was pretty sure she would have been ready to swing at him after that if they were back home.
"Just go after them! We can't let them get away!" She grabbed on tightly as he swung the bike around and chased after the speeding car.
