Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20180831104140/@comment-25389303-20180916112925

"No need!" Blanc shouts back, practically diving into the drivers seat of the closest truck. The loading bay was clear of adversaries for now, but that would change very soon. She'd have to work fast.

Scanning the various controls and pedals, Blanc spent several precious seconds familiarising herself with the vehicle. Just her luck - it was a manual. It must have been years since she had had to drive something this dated. It didn't exactly scream speed either, but it would have to do.

In the wing mirror Blanc could see masked figures in strange suits funnelling into the area now, seemingly unperturbed by the malignant miasma that shadowed them. They levelled their rifles at Nobel, but remained still. They seemed reluctant to open fire and risk drawing the ire of Nobel's more explosive rockets, though Blanc doubted their hesitance would last.

A reassuring roar from the truck's engine filled the air as the vehicle rumbled to life. Blanc quickly shifted into the gear and began to slowly pull away, before sticking her head out of window.

"Alright! Time to blow this joint!" she declared loudly, signalling for Nobel to jump on. He'd be of far greater use on the bed of the truck - not that he'd be able to squeeze into the passenger's seat with his suit anyway. No sooner did the words leave her mouth did she flinch back, a bullet ricocheting off the side of her helmet.

A tall figure clad in a tight-fitting hazmat suit sporting a large red arrow on its forehead had entered the room now, and they didn't seem impressed with their colleagues' lack of progress. Their pistol fired in quick succession, shattering the truck's back windshield and showering Blanc pieces of glass.

"Move it, you cowards!" the figure screamed, shoving one of the guards towards Nobel. The man seemed to hesitate a moment, glancing between his superior and the doctor, before drawing a stun baton from his hip and charging forward.