Agent Shade Ringo’s old and unintended nemesis Shovelhead Toecutter the Third returns. After a brief streetfight, the two decide to end their rivalry in a race to Enforcer HQ. Both sides don’t hold back as cheating and improvisation with the help of Protocol ensues.
<Tasha_Forge> RPG ON!
<Tasha_Forge> ::willa be in the breakroom getting a fresh pot of coffee going!::
<Gracie_Pat> ::is idly wondering around the base, in along sleeve dark blue tee shirt, jeans and converse sneakers. Hair loose::
<Gracie_Pat> (( ::needs to finish Gracie’s bio so more folks know what she looks like XD:: ))
<ShadeRingo> ::is striding down de’ hall, some folders under one arm, looking for a nice, welcoming desk to push them off onto another agent-er, “drop them off”::
<Tasha_Forge> ::Drop ‘em on my desk and I’ll drop you. XD::
<Gracie_Pat> ::neon green hair, smoke colored fur and pale green eyes. for those who weren’t here when she intro’d Gracie::
<Tasha_Forge> ::pours herself a cup of coffee and will go to raid the donuts, then take a seat and enjoy!::
<Gracie_Pat> ::rubs her hands together, manages to stumble into the break room::
<Tasha_Forge> ::looks up as she comes in. smiles:: Hi, Gracie. You returned to the nut house I see.
<Gracie_Pat> ::grins:: Hey Tasha, yeah. Why not? It’s better then sitting at home bored. At least I’m bored here with more kats around
<Tasha_Forge> ::laughs:: true. If you like coffee there’s a fresh pot and some donuts over there. ::points to ‘em::
*** _Matt_ is now known as Shovelhead
<Gracie_Pat> Ooo. Coffee..
<Gracie_Pat> ::grabs up a cup and pours herself one::
<Tasha_Forge> <Pixies>:;are mourning the leaving of their wonderful McGrath! wandering what they shall ever do without the Great one! XD::
<Shovelhead> :: clomps up the front steps and enters loudly through the main doors. Wearing typical biker garb, sunglasses, and smelling of leather, the open road and… whatever it is that flies buzz around XD ::
<ShadeRingo> ::nose twitches, as he catches wind of a foul smell he could never mistake:: Oh, paw.
<Shovelhead> Ringo! :: shouts ::
<Tasha_Forge> ::Cringes at the shout:: Oh geez…what was that? ::gets up, setting coffee aside and heading out into the hallway::
<ShadeRingo> That guy’s really got to work on his indoor voice. ::groans, setting folders down and going off to face the big, scary lunk::
<Shovelhead> :: holding a crowbar in one hand. Taps it into the other one, waiting ::
<Gracie_Pat> ::follows Tasha::
<Tasha_Forge> ::Going out, then looks at Ringo as he emerges then at the guy waiting:: Ringo? You steal someone’s girlfriend again?
<ShadeRingo> Eh, not exactly. ::offering a weak smile her way:: Ah! Hello again, Screwhead! How, uh, may I help you?
<Shovelhead> You thought I forgot about our little arrangement, didn’t ya? Well, you got to live a little bit longer on account of it being my Momma Shovelhead’s birthday.
<Tasha_Forge> ((::Diiies Momma Shovelhead!:: <Momma>::is so proud of her little garden trowel (sp?)::))
<Gracie_Pat> ::blinking, what is going on? Just watching::
<ShadeRingo> ((lol!!))
<ShadeRingo> Ah, yes, I was wondering where you were that morning. I sorta’ hoped beyond hope that you might’ve let bygones be bygones. How is Mrs. Shovelhead?
<Shovelhead> Don’t talk about her! :: reaches forward to grab Shade ’round the neck with a massive hand ::
<Gracie_Pat> O.o err… Should we say something? ::asks Tasha::
<ShadeRingo> Urk! ::grabbied, clutches the hand holding him:: Okay.. Let’s talk.. about what you want to.. talk about then..
<Tasha_Forge> ::blinks:: Hey! Put him down right now!! ::moving in closer, hand on her sidearm::
<ShadeRingo> ((<Tasha> ::just watching:: Nah, this guy’s pretty regular around here nowadays. There’s no use saying anything, just dodging and staying far away from Shade there. ::ducks as random furniture flies past:: <Gracie> Ah… Is it too late to apply for the Enforcers?))
<Gracie_Pat> ::didn’t bring explosives today. Wishes she did::
<Shovelhead> :: drops Shade XD :: We’re improvisin’ today. :: turns to Tasha :: Dis’ ain’t none of your business! :: points a grotesque, meaty finger at her ::
<Tasha_Forge> I’m makin’ it my business considering thats a friend of mine. ::glaring::
<ShadeRingo> ::gasps, as his windpipe’s released, bending over some, rubbing neck:: What, *cough* sort of improvisation did you have in mind?
<Shovelhead> <Motorcycles> :: several of them can be heard, their loud engines revving, coming from the parking lot ::
<Shovelhead> Street fight, Ringo. I invited a few friends over for some entertainment. :: goes to grab him by the collar ::
<Tasha_Forge> ::Frowns:: crud…Ringo! I thought you delt with this?
<Gracie_Pat> ::slaps forehead, oh my what has she gotten herself into?::
<ShadeRingo> ::allows himself to be grabbed, looking none too ecstatic about this turn of events:: I thought so too. ::trying to think of something, fast!::
<Shovelhead> And it starts now! :: goes to throw him through the main window so that he winds up outside in the parking lot XD ::
<ShadeRingo> <Pedestrians> ::flee and scatter!:: <Vendors> ::suddenly make an appearance on the sidewalks::
<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIES Vendors!::))
<Shovelhead> <Other Bikers> :: have arrived in the parking lot, formed a circle of loud, leather-clad, smelly spectators. They even brought barrels lit aflame for aesthetics XD ::
<ShadeRingo> Guh! ::crashes through window, rolling onto the pavement, getting some small cuts as he immediately gets to his feet, looking around quickly at the other bikers before refocusing on Shovelhead:: Remind me again of the rules of this kind of fight.
<Tasha_Forge> ::Eyes widen going out after Ringo and Shovelhead:: Ringo! you alright? ::pulling sidearm, then noting the bikers and slooooowly puts it back. XD::
<Gracie_Pat> (( <Shovelhead> It isn’t over until someone screams like a little girl. <Ringo> =__= ))
<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<Shovelhead> :: climbs through the window after Ringo, jumps down and lands on his feet :: There’s only one rule. :: picks up nearby metal trashcan :: There are none!
<Gracie_Pat> ::feels around in her pockets while following Tasha::
<ShadeRingo> ((lol!! <Ringo> Is that all? ::pinches Hertz:: <Hertz> ::screams like fifty little girls!:: <Shovelhead> Doesn’t count. ::punches both::))
<Shovelhead> <Bikers> :: shout/cheer in agreement ::
<Gracie_Pat> (( ::dying!:: ))
<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<Tasha_Forge> Whoa whoa man! Chill out! Ya wanted ta race him, not beat him up..right?
<ShadeRingo> ::brief grin:: That’s what I figured. ::takes off the top part of his uniform, holding it in one hand::
<Gracie_Pat> (( <Ringo> I’m too pretty to die! But if you’re going to abuse me, not the face okay? I wanna leave a pretty corpse ))
<Tasha_Forge> ((::DEAD!::))
<Shovelhead> :: moves to smash the trashcan over Ringo’s head ::
<ShadeRingo> ((lol!!))
<Gracie_Pat> ::picks up some rocks from near her feet, (what little there may be) and chucks them at Shovel head so he smash Ringo’s head::
<Gracie_Pat> ::or at lest attempts to do that XD::
<ShadeRingo> ::attempts to roll clear of said smashing trashcan, trying to get behind Shovelhead:: Gotta’ be quicker than that, pal.
<ShadeRingo> ((XD! <Gracie> ::booing, throwing popcorn and rocks:: More smashing! I wanna’ see somes heads splattered like melons! <Tasha> O_o! Graphic, much?))
<Gracie_Pat> (( ::laughing!:: ))
<Shovelhead> :: smashes trashcan at the spot on the ground where Ringo was as he gets behind him ::
<Tasha_Forge> ::will glance around and see if Shovelhead’s motorcycle is nearby and not with a bunch of thugs that could make mince meat out of her. lol!::
<Shovelhead> :: and pelted with rocks. Doesn’t seem to notice ::
<Shovelhead> <Bikers> :: are too busy paying attention to the ensuing brawl ::
<ShadeRingo> ::while he’s bent over in the process of smashing that trashcan, attempts to make a running leap up SH’s back and whip the top of his jersey around his neck:: See how you like a nice choking sensation!
<Gracie_Pat> ::watches Tasha a moment, then looks back to Ringo and this… Shovelhead guy::
<ShadeRingo> ::jersey = uniform XD thinking Fletch here::
<Tasha_Forge> ::will run over and get on, hoping he left keys in it. if he did, will start it up and ride it out to get his attention. ::
<Shovelhead> Gah! :: as it’s wrapped around his neck, drops the trashcan as it clatters away. After a few moments of this drops to one knee ::
<ShadeRingo> ((<Tasha> We may be out one agent, but at least we got one super modified techie motorcycle out of it!))
<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIES!:: <Tasha> you kiddin? I’m sellin parts off this baby on the black market!))
<Gracie_Pat> (( ::dying:: ))
<Shovelhead> <Motorcycle> :: adorned with skulls and death heads, doesn’t look like something someone would want to risk stealing, so keys are in ignition ::
<Tasha_Forge> Hey Ugly! Either you let Ringo out of this little deal or I’ll take this ugly hunk of junk on a ride and see how far I can sink it in the bay!
<ShadeRingo> ::keeps a tight hold, straining with all his might to keep that uniform tight around his neck to get him to pass out:: Ya’ know.. somethin’ Shovelhead? I think.. your Mamma once.. made me cookies.. while you were.. out playing.. Ha!
<Gracie_Pat> ::how’re those apples? XD::
<Shovelhead> :: about the pass out, but then sees Tasha and hears her threat. Eyes go wide as he’s engraged and gets some terrible inner-strength. Yells/roars with rage and stands up anew :: No one touches my bike! :: neck muscles bulge and rip Shade’s choking garment in two ::
<Gracie_Pat> ::blink blinks::
<ShadeRingo> ::yipes at bulging neck muscles! falls back onto the pavement, uniform in shreds. growls now, taking a stance, ready to defend Tasha if necessary::
<Gracie_Pat> ::goes towards where Ringo is::
<Shovelhead> :: Not much paying attention to Ringo, even though he goes to grab Ringo without looking and use him as a projectile against Tasha ::
<Tasha_Forge> ::smirks. reaches in pocket and pulls out a pretty good roll of money and shows him:: Come on. You wanna settle it. Settle it street style. I got 2 G’s on Ringo.
<Tasha_Forge> ::was going to a street race after work…hopes she gets her money back. lol!::
<Shovelhead> ((<Shovelhead> Street style? I thought that’s what we were doing? ))
<ShadeRingo> ((<Ringo> I’d say this is more like parking lot style.))
<Tasha_Forge> ((LOL! <Tasha>::sighs, shaking head:: You uncouth, uncultured tom……))
<Gracie_Pat> (( <Tasha> Shake your money maker! Or you no get the money! <Shovel head> =___= ))
<Shovelhead> ((<Tasha> Everyone knows that the civilized way to fight to the death invovles some kind of wager first ))
<ShadeRingo> ::tries getting out of the way of those big, meaty paws, but is grabbed yet again::
<Tasha_Forge> ((::DEAD!:: <Tasha> Its only civilized…I mean..gotta make a quick buck here you know. ^__^))
<Gracie_Pat> Hey! ::tries to grab onto Shovelhead’s arm to stop him from picking Ringo up::
<Gracie_Pat> ::has the best of intentions::
<ShadeRingo> ((<Shade> I’m so glad my posing death will secure someone’s retirement.))
<Tasha_Forge> ((Fels! ::Clings:: come save us! ))
<Felony> ((I swear Orbitz website sucks.))
<ShadeRingo> ((Heyas, Felmun!))
*** mode/#mbi_sk [+o Felony] by Gracie_Pat
<Shovelhead> :: smiles after hearing the wager, sets Ringo down then :: What if I don’t want no 2 G’s?
*** Felony is now known as Protocol
<Tasha_Forge> ((::diiies shade!:: <Tasha> Hey, can’t bet on Han’s family fortune anymore since his dad disowned us))
<Tasha_Forge> What do you want then? Cause honestly this is most of my bank account. ::nervous laugh. hope you don’t mind a diet this week Hans XD::
<ShadeRingo> ((<Tasha> Then you can have 3 H’s, sheesh! But the Cookie Monster will have your head for it.))
<Protocol> ((::DIES::))
<Tasha_Forge> ((::Diiies!::))
<Gracie_Pat> ((::cracking up:: ))
<Shovelhead> Let’s make it interesting. Ringo wins, I leave him alone. But if he loses, I get you :: points at Tasha :: <Bikers> :: howl/jeer ::
<ShadeRingo> ::set back down:: Forge, I can’t let you do this! Look! I’m winning! ::boots him in the shin::
<Tasha_Forge> ::Quirks en eyebrow:: me? ::snorks:: You can’t handle me. Trust me.
<Shovelhead> :: shin feels more like concrete than anything XD ::
<Protocol> ::appears in lot, behind wall. watching what’s going on. told Ringo she’d aid him in the race, is only reason she’s there. narrowing eyes, looking at Mr. Shovel::
<Gracie_Pat> ::Wonders if Tasha is completely off her rocker::
<ShadeRingo> ::bites lip after his kick, pulling it back:: I’ll wager you 5,000 Shovelface, just leave her out of this.
<Tasha_Forge> ::yep..prolly…XD I can run faster than he can. lol!::
<Shovelhead> Shut-up, Ringo. She’s got more guts than you anyway, especially after I remove all of yours in the race.
<Shovelhead> :: walks over towards Tasha non-threateningly ::
<Shovelhead> :: or at least as non-threateningly as is possible XD ::
<Tasha_Forge> ::getting up offa the bike….no wanna trip on it when she has to run. lol!:: Whatcha say? Two grand on Ringo.
<ShadeRingo> ::snarls at that, fists clenching and foot throbbing::
<Tasha_Forge> And no you ain’t getting me. Thats a whole race in itself. ::smirks::
<Protocol> ::sneaks ’round cars to reach Ringo’s. goes acoherent and zaps into his intended racing car hopefully unnoticed::
<Gracie_Pat> (( <Gracie> Is that how Hanz proposed? In a race? <Tasha> Isn’t it romantic? ))
<ShadeRingo> <MBI Sedan> ::has been burning a lamp for ya’, Prot::
<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIIES!:: <Tasha> no he tried to shoot me. Figured if I lived I was worthy. Just you wait though till he gets that ex-lax brownie I left him. ::evil grin::))
<Protocol> ((LOL!!))
<ShadeRingo> ((lol!!))
<Protocol> ::adjusts self to the car’s systems. keeping alert to what’s going on with the kats gathered::
<Shovelhead> We’ll see about that :: gets on his bike :: Ringo. Pick yer ride. We go now! First one to the top of the Enforcer Headquarters parking garage without getting caught wins.
<Tasha_Forge> ::shakes head and hurries over to Ringo:: Last chance man to take my car.
<Tasha_Forge> ::though seeing the sedan race is gonna be quite hilarious. LOL!::
<Gracie_Pat> ::indeed!::
<ShadeRingo> ::raises brow at this, wondering if he’s serious:: No, it’s okay. ::flashes her a quick smile:: I’ve got my Ace in the hole waiting for me. ::turns and jogs for the MBI sedan::
<Tasha_Forge> ::shakes head and so Gracie can hear:: He’s so getting creamed….So clear me a path so I can run when he does….
<Gracie_Pat> ::nods, steps back out of the easy running path::
<ShadeRingo> ::gets into driver’s seat, yelping a bit at a loose spring before starting it up:: I’ll kill myself for thinking this later, but what I wouldn’t give to have Protocol here right about now..
<Shovelhead> <Bikers> :: wonder what Ringo’s going to drive in. That nice looking mustang in the lot? When he walks past it and gets into the Sedan, they all laugh ::
<Gracie_Pat> (( <protocol>::pops out of the dash:: HELLO! <Ringo> ACK! Don’t do that! <Protocol> But it’s soo funny to see that look on your face! ))
<Tasha_Forge> ::shakes head:: Oh I can hear the rumors on the streets tonight…
<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIES!::))
<ShadeRingo> ((lol))
<Protocol> ((::diies::))
<Protocol> ::voice heard through Ringo’s speakers:: I am here. I told you I would.
<Protocol> ::bland tone::
<ShadeRingo> ::ignores their jeers, pulling the vehicle into position. starts at hearing Prot’s voice:: Protocol? Paw dang, talk about good timing.. Ol’ blood’n guts wants to race us to the top story of Enforcer HQ parking. Get ready to hold onto your circuit board.
<Protocol> So I heard. IF I’d known he wasn’t going to kill you but date with Forge, I wouldn’t have bothered.
<Protocol> Nothing against Forge mind you, but the stakes were higher with your blasted life.
<Tasha_Forge> ::gee thanks Prot. Love you too….::
<Protocol> ::I know. <3::
<ShadeRingo> Uh, somehow, I doubt he’ll remember that I’m supposed to stay alive if he wins. ::adjusting mirrors::
<Protocol> ::attempting to repair as well as alter some things to the Sedan:: Well, when is this to start? Those bikers smelled like they hadn’t bathed in months.
<Shovelhead> You. Start the race, sweetey :: makes pucker/kissing motion at Tasha ::
<Gracie_Pat> ::wonders if she can hit Shovelhead over the head with a trash can::
<ShadeRingo> ::face contorts to mild disgust at that:: Ugh.
<Protocol> ((<Gracie>::or maybe blow him up! ^____^::))
<Tasha_Forge> Ugh….whatever you say….::will head out, pulling off the over part of her uniform. has white tank top under it. going over:: alright. you two ready? ::looking at them both::
<Gracie_Pat> (( ::laughs!:: <Gracie> All I need is four bottles of bleach, some baking soda and three cherry bombs. <Tasha> Do I want to know? <Gracie> Oh no… Trust me. ))
<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIES!::))
<Protocol> ((LOL!!))
<Tasha_Forge> ((<Gracie> But some crazy way it does actually smell like cherries when its done… ^_^))
<ShadeRingo> ((lol!!))
<Gracie_Pat> (( ::Dying:: ))
<ShadeRingo> ::nods, glancing over at Shovelhead::
<Shovelhead> :: revs engine ::
<Gracie_Pat> ::longs now for a missile launcher. That goes BOOM. And is very fun to play with::
<Tasha_Forge> ::holds up shirt, watching them a moment, then will drop it for them to go! dont run me over guys!!:
<ShadeRingo> ::lays on the gas! body jams back into seat, as tires squeal and smoke, and the sedan launches forwards::
<Protocol> Ugh! Whot a rough start.
<Shovelhead> :: revs foward as well, shooting forward, almost barreling through some spectators who didn’t get out of the way fast enough ::
<Protocol> ::going along with, keeping eye out on Shovelhead, looking at his vehicle of choice, which is what, Shovelmun?::
<Tasha_Forge> ::Cringes, shaking head and sliding uniform shirt back on, leaving undone in the front. going back over to Gracie:: I give it two blocks before the Sedan dies.
<ShadeRingo> <Ice Cream Vendor> ::can kiss his sweet Chubby Chew Treats goodbye, as his cart collides with Shovelhead’s bike::
<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIES!::))
<Protocol> ((::DEAD!!::))
<Shovelhead> :: driving his custom-stolen motorcycle, adorned with skulls and a nice paint job. Presses a button near his thumb :: <Motorcycle> :: flames shoot out the back as it accelerates forward quickly ::
<Gracie_Pat> Oh? I say four blocks. I’ll buy you dinner if I’m wrong.
<ShadeRingo> ::veers out of the parking lot, and into midday traffic. deftly weaves the vehicle in and out of moving vehicles, seeing Shovelhead gaining in his rearview mirror:: If you’ve got any extra juice to give, sweetheart, now would be the time for it!
<Tasha_Forge> You’re on. ::smirks:: Or buy me flowers for my grave if this dude catches me when this thing is over with.
<Protocol> Look at that… a fine cheater he is. Not surprised. ::charges up the Sedan to give it enough go to move up towards Shovelhead:: We’re supposed to go to the top of Enforcer HQ’s parking garage and back, is that right?
<Gracie_Pat> Deal. :3
<Tasha_Forge> I’m liking you already, Miss Gracie. ::grins:: You’ll fit right in.
<Gracie_Pat> ::grins:: Why thank you. Maybe you and I can tear up the dirt later if this night goes well?
<Tasha_Forge> Hey sounds good to me. I’s heading out tonight to a race if you wanna come.
<Gracie_Pat> Ooh, that wold be nice.
<Gracie_Pat> ::Would::
<Tasha_Forge> Cool. Right after work then. Provide I’m not on a date, dead, or out of money. ::laughs some:: hans is gonna kill me….
<ShadeRingo> ::teeth showing a bit at the extra umph:: I think we just have to make it there, preferably in one piece. ::doing double time with the weaving::
<Shovelhead> :: swerves in and around traffic, likely causing accidents in his wake ::
<ShadeRingo> <Cars> ::flip up and over onto other cars. Pedestrians run screaming. Dogs wee like never before on fire-hydrants. Babies and Enforcers alike cry out::
<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIES!::))
<Protocol> Really? ::in a tone suggesting devious ponderings. noting wrecks up ahead:: Hold on now. WE’re going acoherent. ::has the car as well as Shade go acoherent as she is, the car looking like a shiny glowy blue elctric color as they zoom around and somewhat appearing to be through crashed cars. shifting them around enough or opening up holes with all of them. Shade, hope you had a light lunch::
<Protocol> ((::SODEAD!::))
<Gracie_Pat> (( ::giggling madly:: ))
<ShadeRingo> ::feels all shiney and staticy. didn’t eat lunch::
*** Countrykat is now known as Tasha_Forge
<Protocol> ::able to talk mentally with Shade now as they’re all essentially connected:: <Are shortcuts allowed in this ignorant macho tom race?>
<Shovelhead> :: zoomz forward, speeding through a red-light at an intersection ::
<Tasha_Forge> ::is yous posted a line after mine Shadey I didn’t get it. lol!::
<Protocol> ::can’t keep this up forever. has them go solid again after also speeding through the red light.::
<ShadeRingo> <..Most definitely! Hey, this is kinda’ cool! You do this with all the toms, Prot? ::smirking::>
<Protocol> <Hardly. Make a right here at this Burger Hut drive thru.>
<ShadeRingo> Whoa! ::makes a hard right, fishtailing a bit, before straightening out::
<Protocol> Keep going around and out the back lot into this alley.
<Protocol> ::taking a more point A to point B diaganal route to Enforcer HQ::
<Shovelhead> :: zoomz forward, laughing, thinking he’s lost them ::
<ShadeRingo> ::follows her directions to a tee, keeping alert::
<Tasha_Forge> ::Kicks at some loose gravel. :: Geez..how long a drive is it to Enforcer HQ?
<Gracie_Pat> Don’t know. But maybe I should have brought out my coffee.
<ShadeRingo> <Homeless> ::scatter, shaking their fists at the speeding car that’s knocked over most of their cardboard homes::
<Tasha_Forge> Heh…yeah or a donut.
<Protocol> How are you at handling turns in the Enforcer’s garage? I’m thinking of abandoning your vehicle and going for his if this route heads him off well enough. Turn to the left. I’m having all the lights along the way we run into be green for your go.
<Gracie_Pat> ::snorks::
<Tasha_Forge> ((::diiies!:: <homeless> That was a good Whirlpool box too! You don’t just get those anywhere! Those cruddy Frididaire boxes are cold!))
<Protocol> ((::busts up!::))
<Gracie_Pat> (( LOL!))
<ShadeRingo> Their turns are sweeter to candy, to me. You worry about Meathead, and I’ll worry about making those turns.
<ShadeRingo> ((^than))
<Protocol> Good. ::after a few more turns and driving through a near empty shopping center parking lot, they pop out at Enforcer HQ:: Back entrance to the garage through here.
<ShadeRingo> ::speeds through green lights, hitting a few light dips, which scrape at the underbelly of the metal beast::
<Shovelhead> :: speeding along, sees Enforcer HQ not too far away ::
<Tasha_Forge> Hey look…if he loses, mind calling my fiance for me and letthing him know I”ll be late for dinner tonight?
<ShadeRingo> ::slides into the parking garage mid-turn, the squealing of tires reverberating throughout the whole concrete structure::
<Protocol> ::accessing EHQ garage cameras:: We’ve beaten him here. Continue on your way and I’ll waylay him if he gets up with us.
<Protocol> <Hans>::oh you will so not! XD will use the MBI chopper and see how Shovelhead doesagainst that XD::
<Tasha_Forge> ::lol! geez! possessive!::
<ShadeRingo> <Enforcers> ::randomly walking outside their building. hear a mild rumble not far off, building as it draws nearer:: …
<Protocol> Blow your horn a few times, some Enforcers are exiting to their cars up ahead on the next level. Don’t want charges brought against you now, do you?
<Protocol> <Hans> ::well I don’t want my future wife going out with that punk biker psycho XD::
<Shovelhead> :: as he hears the building, presses another button :: <Motorcycle> :: a levered arm pops out and shoots a tethered spear upwards :: <Spear> :: punctures through the concrete structure, impailing an Enforcer sedan and pulling it taught against the wall ::
<Tasha_Forge> ((<Shades> Oh geez! sure don’t! ::Takes out his bike horn, straps it on the mirror and goes to honking it:: <Prot> -_- ))
<ShadeRingo> Wow, that’s awfully considerate of you, for a change. ::indeed blows horn, pulling emergency brake to make those tight turns::
<Shovelhead> :: retracts the tether to keep the bike steady as he drives up the side of the parking structure ::
<Protocol> ((::dead!::))
<ShadeRingo> ((lol!))
<ShadeRingo> <Enforcer Owner> ::eyes bulge at his car just being speared and reeled up against the inside of the garage:: I just had the upholstry redone..
<Protocol> I’m still not seeing Shovelhead… ::accessing all the EHQ lot cameras:: I doubt he wrecked along the way…
<ShadeRingo> ::gaining a few more levels, trying to keep their speed up:: I don’t like this.. He should be breathing right down our necks.
<Protocol> I’m going up top. You got the rest of this alright?
<Shovelhead> :: can be seen zooming up the side of the structure, vertically XD ::
<Tasha_Forge> ((<Prot>::zaps outta sedan:: <Sedan> ::falls apart on the spot:: <Shade> ………..PROOOOT!))
<ShadeRingo> Yeah, everything’s under control. ::just grinning at the shouting Enforcers::
<Protocol> ((::DEAD!!::))
<ShadeRingo> ((lol!!))
<Protocol> ::makes sure it’s capable of reaching the top before exiting. zaps a few leaps across and into light fixture. makes way to top of the garage then goes solid. walks around now, rechecking cameras and reaches the edge.::
<Shovelhead> :: can be seen zooming upwards right at her ::
<ShadeRingo> ::eyes narrow, really concentrating now, has one more level to go..!::
<ShadeRingo> ((<Prot> ::merely cuts the tether line:: <Shovelhead> ::Bike spins on air a moment, as he pulls out a sign that reads, “You’re Despicable!” and falls to the ground with a poof of smoke::
<Protocol> ::eyes widen at this:: Oh ho no you don’t! ::notes the teather, leaps up on the edge of the roof, grabbing at the tether, and tries to send a megacharge of electricity down it::
<Protocol> ((::dies!::))
<Shovelhead> <Tether> :: connected directly with the interior of the bike, sends the electricity right into it :: <Bike> :: surges with electricity for a moment before it explodes in a bright plume of flame! ::
<Protocol> ::goes acoherent to avoid debris damage, thrown back however at the force of the explosion::
<ShadeRingo> ::sees daylight ahead! car launches out of the last story, onto the roof of the Enforcer parking garage::
<ShadeRingo> ::gives a triumphant shout, just as a flaming motorcycle wheel crashes through the passenger side of the windshield. shields his face, slamming on the brakes, and spinning the car to get it to stop before reaching the edge::
<Shovelhead> <Debris> :: rains down on the garage roof for a few moments, Shovelhead nowhere to be seen… ::
<Protocol> ::sits up turning to face Ringo, wincing hoping that car stops in time lol::
<Tasha_Forge> ((;;is rolling!::))
<ShadeRingo> <Sedan> ::spins wildly, rubber burning and tires smoking but eventually comes to a creaking halt. ends up angled right on the edge of the building, the right back tire just barely over the edge:: <Shade> ::kicks open door, coughing profusely, as motorcycle wheel is still burning in his passenger seat and smoking something awful::
<Protocol> ::gets up, standing. goes acoherent now. feeling weakened from alla that:: You… might want to radio the others informing them of your win.
<ShadeRingo> ::staggering over towards her, looking absolutely a mess:: Where’s Shovelhead?
<Protocol> ::smirks:: I’m sure part of him is still around somewhere. The blasted cheater was using a teather line to drive up the side of the garage here. ::thumbs over edge behind her:: Rather ingenious for moronic biological like him.
<ShadeRingo> ((<Prot> He exploded. Where *isn’t* he? <Shade> Ew..! ::brushing self::))
<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIES!::))
<Protocol> ((LOL!!!))
<Shovelhead> :: abruptly falls from the sky, head first into Ringo’s sedan ::
<Protocol> Oh wait, there he is.
<Tasha_Forge> ((::snorksProt::))
<Gracie_Pat> (( ::imagines Prot’s statement is like a punctuation XD:: ))
<ShadeRingo> Ah.. ::then turns at the crushing impact coming from behind him:: Oh, I see he’s been reunited with his front wheel. Gotta’ love happy endings.
<Gracie_Pat> (( <Prot> Oh look a new decoration for your Sedan. <Ringo> Like demented modern art. I’m sure some sap would pay me millions for it. ‘Owe to The Smelly biker thug’ I shall call it. ))
<Shovelhead> :: groans, is out :: X_X
<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIES!::))
<Protocol> Indeed. ::goes acoherent:: I’m sure there are several Enforcers who’ll be wanting to discuss this with you, so I’ll take my leave. Call the girls so they don’t continue to fret for your well being… or Tasha’s evening being free or not.
<Protocol> ((::DEAD!::))
<ShadeRingo> Aw, crud, the Enforcers. Somehow, I don’t think they’ll take kindly to all of, um, this. ::motioning to the general wrecked area::
<Protocol> Hey, you’ve caught Carface or whotever. They’ll forgive you I’m sure. ::little finger wave before she leap zaps like a bolt of lightning into nearby powerline below::
<ShadeRingo> Uh huh. ::can only manage a nod, as she zaps off. as soon as she’s gone, falls back on his rump, sitting there completely done::
<Protocol> ::needs a nap after alla that lol!::