Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20180831104140/@comment-25389303-20180920121902

With Nobel aboard the prospect of escaping this hellhole began to strengthen. No longer holding back Blanc punched the accelerator, causing the truck to suddenly shoot forward from its slow crawl with a loud screetch of tires on tarmac, filling the air with the smell of burning rubber.

Pulling out from the facility Blanc executed a shoddy left turn, far sharper than she had intended. Rounding the corner Blanc suddenly found herself driving head-on towards a column of mercenaries, seemingly armed with enough firepower to overthrow a small nation. She wasn't the only surprised one, though. Cries of panic filled the air as the soldiers quickly dived out of their way, clearing a small path forward. Blanc capitalised on their momentary disorder and floored it, shooting past the bewildered guards. Several shots rang out behind them, but none found their mark as the two escapees sped away towards the compound's entrance.

"Eyes front!" Blanc shouts out the window to Nobel. Ahead of them stood the gated checkpoint - barbed wire fences chained shut and surrounded by mercs. Clearly, whoever was behind this ambush had accounted for the possibility of their escape and had ensured that the only route to civilisation was well protected. The duo would have to blast their way through if they hoped to make it back to the city, and safety.

Meanwhile, one of the passing guards heard Farran's call and nodded. Retrieving the radio strapped to his armoured vest, he quickly spoke something into it. A few moments later he turned and threw the device upwards into the Huntsman's waiting hands.

A crackling voice could be heard through the reciever. It had a commanding tone to it, powerful and firm as it shouted orders to unseen subordinates. A few seconds later it came through clearer.

"Titania, is it? Or is this Farran?" the voice asked, not waiting for a response. "Don't matter, we've got ourselves a problem. Nobel's escaped the building, and he's making a getaway on a truck. If he ain't crazy he'll try and use the mountain road..."

A loud rumbling could be heard back down on the ground. A small convoy of vehicles had pulled up against the side of the building atop which Titania and Farran stood, consisting of an armoured jeep flanked by a pair of cruiser motorbikes. They appear to be waiting for something, or someone.

There was a pause as the voice in the radio barked a series of commands to his soldiers, before it eventually returned. "The Director ain't gonna be pleased if they make it to the city, so we gotta make sure that doesn't happen. I've got some rides waiting to head 'em off - take 'em. You'll use 'em better than this sorry lot, anyway. Radio back once Nobel's in chains."