Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20180831104140/@comment-25389303-20180928162256

(Just moved to uni. I'll try to post as consistantly as possible.)

With their their exit cleared, Blanc punches the accelerator, sending them careening past the unconscious mercenaries and out of the Sierra compound in a cloud of dust and gravel. No sooner had they left the borders of the facility behind did the truck begin to jolt and shudder as it traversed from smooth tarmac to mountain road, slowing them down from the high-speed missle they had been.

Blanc managed to breathe a sigh of relief, allowing herself to smile. It had been close, she admitted that. Closer than she would have liked. But they got what they came here for, and managed to not get themselves killed or captured in the process. She was just about to give Nobel the all-clear when a flash of light in one of her mirrors caught her eye, and when she turned to look her heart sank.

They had company. In the distance a solitary biker rode, and was closing in faster than she would have liked. Much faster. Their truck was quicker than she had expected, but it was hardly the perfect getaway vehicle. Behind the figure she could just about make out one or two more vehicles moving to follow.

"We got company! On our six!" Blanc shouts from inside the cabin, calling attention to their pursuers. Her lapse in concentration almost sent them rolling off the mountain path and into the woods to their right, but she managed to yank the wheel back just in time. One good rocket is all they would need to stop that biker, but with the rocking vehicle and sharp turns, that would surely be no easy feat.