Convoy

"My god," Micah complained, while clutching onto Asiris's hand.

They were now three stories till the top, which they were disappointed in their mission.

"I hope they have the man up there already," Caville hoped.

They started strolling up the parking lot, where they would hopefully meet them with the man on his knees, probably scared to death.

Ring* Asiris got his phone out, seeing it was Xavier. He answered the call and put it on his ear. Slowly, his face turned into shock and revelation, as Caville went closer to hear the phone. He hung up, and stared blankly at the two. "The Ikes are leaving the embassy!" This announcement got them running up the stairs, and even Micah—who was tired and had aching legs—was speeding towards the top.

They got onto the roof, looking at the three staring towards the ground, laying on their cold bellies. "Lemme see," Micah ordered, snatching the binoculars from Peter.

He looked closely, seeing three limos and two big SUVs positioned.

"Oh, dear."

Asiris decided not to snatch someone's binoculars, but was still able to point out the cars.

"How are we supposed to chase them?" Peter asked, staring hopelessly at Asiris.

Confused and worried, he stared back at the helicopter.

Obviously, the helicopter would do good use. "Get in!" he shouted, alarming them from their laying positions.

"Quickly!" he ordered, as they jumped into the helicopter, strapping their seatbelts, in which Caville went in the driver seat.

"I thought you said you didn't know how to fly a helicopter!" Asiris shouted.

"Well—might as well learn!" she said, immediately pulling the helicopter up.

The rapid spinning of the blades made rippling sounds inside their ears.

Caville guided the helicopter over the cars, which now they were leaving.

"Oh boy," Micah exclaimed.

They were in a bird's eye view, viewing every single car that was amongst their sight.

"Get closer!" Xavier screamed, pulling out his gun. Nervously, she descended the helicopter down, which details were existent now.

Xavier started letting out shots of bullets, trying to puncture the tries.

Tak-tak*

The bullets started perforating the doors instead, which they started to take notice of. They immediately got out their automatic, worrying the group quickly.

"Swerve!" Vienne shouted. They found themselves dodging bullets that were shooting into the sky like raindrops, except they were going upward instead. Caville was having a hard time keeping the helicopter up in the air, as she was trying to squeeze through the gunfire. For a fact, Asiris knew they weren't going to stop them with a helicopter and a pistol.

"Lower down!" he shouted, unzipping his seatbelt.

"What are you doing?" Peter asked, as he saw Asiris ready to sky-dive.

They lowered, hovering just a bit over the cars—which now the line of fire was even more dangerous.

When the time was right, he jumped off—landing hard on the roof on his back. Immediately, one of them found him. He rested his gun on the roof, which Asiris's stimulus got him kicked in the face, slipping off the car. Asiris quickly leaped down by the side, trying to dodge the shots that were spraying from the car.

Then the door opened, unfortunately pushing him back from getting inside.

An Ike presented himself with a big heavy machine rifle, alarming Asiris to a point he kicked the door closed.

Then, something felt very unstable.

The SUV was divagating, making his inalterability alterable.

He quickly opened the door, knowing he was in more danger staying out in the open than inside.

So he went in, not knowing the sudden crowd that was prepared for his arrival.

Forthwith, he broke through the crowd, giving quick punches to separate them.

He tried spreading the crowd out, but instead the weight started messing with the balance of the SUV.

The car started sliding, losing control of the road, and abandoning the friction of the tires.

Crash*

The SUV collided with the one behind, giving an inertia that activated an acceleration, making it fall.

From up top, the group contemplated a chain reaction, messing up the single line that was formed before the chase.

"Holy smokes!" Peter shouted, thinking restrainedly about the pain Asiris was going through.

The cars started moving on the curbs, which they found themselves sliding in circles.

Crash—Boom*

The carnage finally slowed to a stop, with cars smoking at different ranges of the chase. "Asiris!" Peter cried, as the helicopter lowered down. They graviated on the grass, rushing towards the big scene, trying to find where Asiris was.

Meanwhile, he was actually out of the car, trying to find the prisoner.

Where was he?

He went towards the limo that flipped over, kicking the door down.

Not there either.

He looked around the scene, rushing to another that was actually on its upside.

He pulled the door, clipping it off and examining the seats.

Still not there.

Asiris was starting to have a seep of throbbing pain on his ribs, which he clutched after a sudden bolt of pain. He moved over to another car, now walking slower than before. He kicked down the door for the third time, but except—it wasn't in vain.

"Hello?" he asked, looking at a man with black slick hair which was coated in dust and his cold shivering.

Then, he found the helicopter landing where he was at—Perfect.

"Help me.." he sadly whimpered, as he grabbed onto his arms—climbing on his back.

They rushed towards the helicopter, which he put him in.

"Is there any first aid in this helicopter?" he asked Vienne.

Quickly, she looked through the back, running through things before she found a white box.

"Here," she called out, tossing the box to Asiris. He luckily caught and went inside the helicopter, closing the door quickly.

And the cars stayed there, broken, smoking, and the metal slowly dissolving.

But, this was far from over.