White Rose

Michael drove down the long empty streets of the upper side. He watched as roadblocks and barricades slowly started popping up on roads. He watched as cop cars slowly drifting in and out of alleyways, blocking lines and turns to happen.

Yanka's friend sighed, "they're blocking off our escape routes. They want us to stay in our lane."

"Yeah, and they're not engaging. The cops are banking for Atlus to show up and save the day again," stated Yanka, his feet now up on the dashboard.

Michael looked at all the turns, at all the corners. He kept driving and driving. Going faster and faster.

"So... So guys! What's the plan?! Am I just going to keep driving or-or am I going to escape."

Yanka relaxed, "I don't know, you can try to escape."

"Wha... Why are you being so lax?" he asked back.

Yanka's friend was relaxed too, his gun was no longer pointed at Michael's head, and he was now just laying back in the whole back seat row, his mask pulled up to his nose.

"We're being lax cause everything's going to plan."

"It is?" questioned Michael.

"Yeah... Those cops don't understand that we're not trying to steal the White Rose, but we're bringing it to the center of the city."

Michael looked forward, the open long street that continued into the middle of the city.

"Ummm... Do you not want to escape?"

Yanka's friend laughed, "of course we do. But we don't need to."

"Need to?"

"Yeah need to."

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For three more minutes, they continued down the long straight, and narrow street at thirty miles per hour.

At the time Michael didn't fully understand what the two robbers were talking about, but he still sort of understood. He knew from within that this was the end for him. That he wasn't going to make it out of there alive. That his time in this hell of a city was going to come to an end.

Then he started to bawl. He started to cry his heart out. His face swelling up in the fear of death.

"See he's starting to get it."

Yanka leaned back looking at his friend, "we shouldn't have given him too many hints."

"What's the harm tho, it's like you said, we're already too in. This kid's a part of us now. He will forever be known as the third accomplice of the Portshill Bombers."

"The Bombers...? Bombers..."

Michael suddenly realized why he was crying. Why he was scared of dying.

He realized that they were going to nuke the city.

Yanka's friend looked up at the road ahead, he saw the bright lights and crowded streets filled with staring eyes. He watched as the population steadily increased, as the streets packed up more and more.

"It seems like we're almost there."

"I guess it's time."

Yanka picked up the White Rose and looked at its clear shell. He started taking it apart, arming it wire by wire.

Michael looked at the people on the streets. Their staring faces. Innocent looks. Hundreds, thousands, millions of innocent lives. He looked up at a building on a corner. He looked at the cops blocking off the streets, not allowing him to escape. He looked at a wall. A metal wall, flat and smooth. Perfect for slamming into.

"I'm sorry ma, pa..."

Yanka's friend looked up, he looked at the wall Michael was driving toward.

"Yanka! Stop the kid!"

Yanka looked up, "shit!"

He grabbed the steering wheel from Michael, but Michael grabbed it back. They wrestled back and forth as the car followed with their turns.

Screeaach! Screeaach! Screeaach!

They drifted back and forth along the road.

"Give it up, kid!"

"You're gonna kill me! Let me die a hero!"

"There are no heroes in the world kid!"

Yanka's friend grabbed the silenced pistol and pointed it at Michael.

[Teleport]

"What's up boys."

Michael, Yanka, and his friend all turned to the back seat. They looked at a green-eyed, curly black-haired woman sitting in the car. She held up a deagle and pointed it at Yanka's friend.

"Wait!"

Yin looked up as they all looked up. A moment of silence as she pulled the trigger.

Bang!

Yanka's friend's brains were splattered across the car's dirty frame. The ripped-up leathered seats, their faces. The stained windows. Michael quickly looked ahead as his mouth expanded into vomit. He caught himself back on the road.

"What the... What the..."

Yanka grabbed his gun and pointed it at Yin. She leaned back in the seat, lifting her feet up into the air and kicking him in the head.

Smack! Slam!

She smashed him against the dashboard, blood spraying everywhere as the White Rose flung over and onto Michael's lap. She lifted up her deagle and pointed it at him.

"Wait!" he raised his blood-covered arms. "I'm... I'm on your side! I'm a good guy. They tricked me. I... I don't want to die."

She looked at Michael flowing tears.

"Sheesh. What a shit show. Just pull over the car and-"

Yanka jumped up from the dead and grabbed Micheal. He tackled him out of the driving car and onto the grinding streets. The far back cops slowly stopped as Yanka's car slid into a nearby firehighdrant.

[Teleport]

Yin appeared from thin air. Her suited shoes balanced on a light pole as she looked down at Micheal and Yanka. The White Rose was now on the open street, but there was now something else in the mix. Yanka had Micheal at gunpoint. A hostage.