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Keith crouched down behind the wall..
"You good K?" Keith felt up his wound as Michael moved towards him. Shooting the remaining cops along the way. Giving them a small window to
"Yeah." His words were a little course due to the air that had been knocked out of him.
"Let me see.." Keith's hands were pulled away as Michael ripped open his shirt exposing the vest underneath. Where a small red hole sat right in the middle of his chest.
"It isn't as bad as looks.." Keith could feel the bullet pressing against his skin, having pierced his flesh only superficial.
"You sure?" Michael checked the vicinity, making sure they could get out of there..
"I'll be fine.." Keith grabbed the hand Michael offered, standing up on his own two feet.
By the time they were back on track, a small squad of noose agents had gotten to the other side of the bridge, slowing them down even more…
"We cant stay here for too long." They would get caught in between two teams if they took to long, meaning that they had to be a little faster..
They moved up gradually, clearing the bridge of any enemies before using the railings as cover to get the jump on the last two guys…
"Another chopper inbound.." Keith turned his gun, aiming for the driver, only to miss most of his bullets, only managing to damage the engine, with dark smoke coming out of the vehicle as it quickly retreated back to where it came from..
They continued further, not giving the cops any room to get them boxed in…
"Why are you doing this for these assholes!" Michael shouted out towards the agents, clearly agitated by the continued gunfight…
They got close to one of the stairs leading down, but hadn't created a widow to escape, as a third helicopter showed up, this one flying particularly low, essentially dooming it as bullets tore through the cockpit, killing the two agents sitting in the front…
"We need to go up here…" The stairs went up to the Arcadius building, where they needed to pass the small park, going towards the other side of the building before going down to the parking lot…
"I know.." Keith let Michael go out in front, hanging back as he checked on the bullet wound… it was still dripping blood, but the bullet itself stopped most of it…
The day was quickly turning into night, with the sun lowering down into the horizon, causing everything to just be a tint darker…
Moving up the stairs, Keith saw Michael take down a chopper as well, struggling with some of the remaining noose agents on the ground as they fired at his position…
Slowly peaking over the railing, Keith lined up a shot taking out the agent that had just reloaded, leaving the one who was shooting to fend for himself, as his magazine seemed to run on empty..
["Merryweather has picked up on the raid and are sending their agents, who are currently heading towards your position.."]
"Of course merryweather wants to join the fun…" Keith moved up, getting under one of the passages leading to the other side of the building, shooting some more agents as they ran up…
Keith noticed that he was running low, only having one spare mag after reloading a final time…. He still had the pistol's from the guards, but the wouldn't be much use against any of their opponents, seeing as they had body-armour that protected them from small arms fire…
"You hear that.." Keith waited a second before walking out, hearing a new helicopter approach their position..
"There are two of those motherfuckers!" Michael cursed as he grabbed a pistol from his waist, aiming it carefully at the first of the two as a air of mystery surrounded him… his eyes turning into something akin to that of a hawk as he shot not only the first pilot directly in the head, but also the second..
"Fuck man… why cant you always do that.." Keith got out of the passage, following after Michael as he descended form the stairs… they getaway so close that Keith could taste it..
"We are almost out K…" Michael seemed a little tired, either because of his age or because his strange ability he used..
"We still got to get out of here.." Keith noticed some cop cars pulling up from the right…
"lets just try to not die, we don't want Trevor to become the one to get rich right?" Turning the corner Michael blasted two agents… back to using his trusty shotgun..
"Who said anything about dying.." The adrenaline caused most of his pain to be easy to ignore, also impacting his aim a little as he used more shots than needed to take out the three cop cars…
"Final stretch.." Michael sprinted down the ramp, Keith quickly following him to get to the cars…
The amount of cops had gradually decreased, with some likely not wanting to run into the situation, and others just trying to set up a perimeter to not let them get out…
Keith used his second to last magazine to take out the cops following them, heading into the car park one to see two new noose cars show up from that side…
Michael dealt with one and Keith with the other, emptying his gun to make sure he got them all, only to hear tires screech as a final car showed up, receiving only one shotgun shell from Michael as he ran out of bullets in his gun as well, resulting in Michael being launched back as the car hit him, almost running him over a second time only for one of the support pillars to stop them…
The driver seemed to have been killed by Michaels shot, leaving behind the three remaining noose agents who got out of the car… only to be sprayed by bullets, originating from two pistoles Keith was holding… using them to the fullest to make sure to get them…
"M, you alive?" Keith ran towards him…
"Yeah,… Yeah.. augh.." Michael tried to stand up on his own, almost falling back onto the concrete floor..
"come on.." Keith supported Michael on one of his shoulders, bringing him into the car…
Immediately closing the door and heading to the other side, getting in, before immediately starting the car…
Michael seemed a little out of it…
Slamming the gas peddle, Keith let the car carry them out of the parking area, almost hitting a cop on the way, who barely managed to dodge the car… before immediately heading for the freeway… intending to use their speed to get rid of most of the cops..
A chopper would be able to keep up with them, but would quickly lose once the nitro came into play…
"M… Micke?!" Michael didn't react the first time, causing Keith to grow concerned for him..
"..what.." He groaned, clearly still out of it from the car that had hit him..
"There are some supplies inside of the glovebox, use anything you need…" Keith had placed some things inside before bringing it there, finding it useful to at least have some things to use once they got there…
He had even been so kind as to stock a little ammo, something he wouldn't be needing…
Some cop cars were following them, but were quickly left behind as Keith reached the outer edges of the city… with only a chopper following them from a distance… likely communication with other police to set up a roadblock ahead of them…
Using the nitro Keith quickly got out of sight from the police chopper… now only searching for a way to get off the freeway, seeing as it was a continues road likely having cops on it with a detailed description of their car..
Stopping and getting into another car could work to divert the police, but would also mean that they had to get a car to stop, something which neither Keith nor Michael could do at the moment..
Noticing a road leading up into the mountains Keith weighed his options, eventually deciding to take them off the freeway, hoping to avoid any remaining cops.
Keith still kept up the speed wanting to get as far away as possible without crashing into anything…
"Michael… get me some overview.." Keith didn't know how to get to where they were going, but could take his eyes off the road without needing to stop, as they would surely crash into a ditch if he did..
"Ugh.." Michael still seemed in pain, but more aware of his surrounding now that he had rested a little..
"Let me see…" He looked around… eventually looking it up to make sure..
"Continue on this road for a bit… you'll reach a crossing in a couple of minutes, take the left.. and take the right immediately after… if you do then we will get to the desert, you know the rest of the way right..
"Well enough yeah.." Keith knew that if they just continued north then they would eventually reach the Alamo sea, only needing to get to the other side in order to meet up with the others…
"Are we in the clear?"
"I'm not sure… could be soon though.." Keith soon came to the crossing, following Michaels instructions before noticing the sound of sirens approach them…
Parking the car to the side, Keith turned off all the lights, using the dark to hide them in plain sight… Keith had chosen the vehicle because it wasn't to obvious, nothing that really stood out, all hidden under the hood… so hiding in plain sight wasn't stupid..
"Lower you head.." Keith ducked down a little, pulling Michael a little to do the same..
"The fuck man.." Michael seemed to just be mad at the pain, reaction to the action that caused it..
"We didn't get caught right?" The police car had slowed down a little, but continued without much of an investigation…
"They still spotted the vehicle.."
"Doesn't matter that much… we look like any other vehicle, the scratches from the bullets only impacted the paint, something that he couldn't see with everything being as dark as it is."
"Just get to driving.."
"Roger that.." Keith sped of, not turning his lights on for a moment before deciding that he best use them with the terrain that they were on..
Once in the desert Keith gave full speed, hoping that the suspension would hold up, with the road being as bumpy as it was..
"I think we are in the clear…" Keith looked forward to their meetup, thinking that they would be there a while before sunrise..
"Ill check on the others.." Michael got the communications channel back online..
"Trevor.. Lester.. we are in the clear.." They were a small thirty minutes away from the meetup, with no police in sight within the last hour..
["Mikey.. just got done with the drop off, heading to the meeting location now.."] They would likely arrive a bit sooner, although Keith hoped to get their first… a small race to vent his excitement by their success..
"Good to hear, everything went alright with your team.." Michael seemed to keep his composure for the others, but Keith could see him smiling from ear to ear..
["Yeah, yeah… nothing much…. We were long gone before anyone could follow us… cant imagine that you had the same luck.."]
"Well that's good to hear T… and as a matter of fact… I think we did quite well.." Michael turned to Keith, both being a little wounded, but making it out mostly uninjured..
"Certainly for just the two of us.." Keith couldn't help but admit that it went as good as it could have gone… the only small thing was him getting hit, something that he couldn't easily have prevented..
["Just come here quick.. its time to celebrate!"] Lester also came on the channel clearly happy with what they had managed to achieve..
Their speed didn't attract much attention, as most people were already asleep, only being noticed by some pacts of wild coyotes, scattering away when they came close…