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Post by Misha "Colt" Hayden on Sept 3, 2010 20:22:13 GMT -5
Colt roughly pushed shoppers aside as she ran through the New Haven mall, intent on losing her pursuer, a blue by the looks of it. She chanced a quick glance over the shoulder. The female cop looked nowhere near giving up, and Colt scolded herself.
She screwed up bad, really bad. The officer must have seen her doing a trade-off with one of her runners and gave chase. The other runner had raced off, only to get caught by a nearby officer, leaving Colt to deal with the policewoman, so she took off into the crowds.
Now she was racing through the mall, desperately looking for means to escape. There was no way she was going to get caught. Not one chance.
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Post by Catherine 'Cat' Williams on Sept 3, 2010 20:27:28 GMT -5
"Get the fuck out of the way!"
The sentence was snapped at several shoppers, all of whom stood stunned as Cat pushed through the crowds of people, in pursuit of a Runner who she had caught mid-deal. According to dispatch, her companion had already been cuffed, so she was the only one left.
Turning the corner, she practically tossed one poor shopper out of the way, jumping over his rather surprised and now limp body to continue the chase. Breathing hard, she gasped into her radio, "In pursuit. Suspect heading - " She paused to shove through yet another crowd. "Suspect heading towards.. well, I'm not fucking sure where, just probably somewhere to escape." She took a shortcut through a larger group, trying to cut the Runner off.
After a moment, she also drew her handgun. Immediately every single person in the vicinity backed away and she grinned, picking up her pace. Sometimes a weapon was a damn good thing to carry when in a mall. Cat rounded another corner, keeping her eyes trained on her quarry.
The adrenaline was a good thing. There was even a touch of tunnel vision. It was almost fun.
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Post by Misha "Colt" Hayden on Sept 3, 2010 20:48:49 GMT -5
Shit...
That was the first thing Colt thought when she saw that the cop had drawn her firearm. The crowds of people, her only cover from possible gunfire, had separated like the parting of the red sea, giving the policewoman not only a clear path, but a clean shot at Colt as well.
"Shit!" she repeated her thought loudly, a subconscious action on her part, before she turned into a corridor of shops. She spotted the set of escalators up ahead, a sure sign that she was going to reach the very center of the mall.
Colt considered trying to drop down through there, knowing the escalators would be filled with people, and the cop would have trouble trying to get past them. What floor is this, the fifth? Won't exactly be a walk in the park...
She couldn't risk injuries, but it was just about the only chance she's got at escaping. If it was too high, she'd have to find another way...somehow.
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Post by Catherine 'Cat' Williams on Sept 3, 2010 21:05:09 GMT -5
There was only one option left for the Runner, most likely: the escalators. Triumphant in what she hoped was a situation where the Runner was trapped, Cat broke into a full-on sprint, shoving a few more slower citizens off to the side. Swearing gently underneath her breath, she berated herself for missing a completely clean shot. But she didn't like to fire her weapon all that much. It just wasn't... wasn't polite enough, she supposed.
Cat practically vaulted and slid across a tall planter, dirt all over her, trying to get as close as she could. It could either be a clear shot or simply trapping her.
It was quick and fast. She started to approach the escalators, looking about for any sign of which particular way the Runner would be heading. The advantage here was that the Runner had to shove people out of the way while Cat simply needed to lift her handgun a bit and they would automatically move.
Sometimes having authority was a good thing.
She moved onwards, making no attempt to conceal who she was after.
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Post by Misha "Colt" Hayden on Sept 3, 2010 21:16:28 GMT -5
When Colt ran up to the escalators, she paused, spinning around and looking for an alternative route. Her eyes widened when she saw the policewoman approaching, determined and perseveringly advancing forward.
Screw safety.
Colt wordlessly turned around and began to push her way through the people on the escalator, ignoring their cries of protest. One man even pushed her back, making her stumble for a moment, and she would've rounded on him right then and there if it weren't for the cop that was chasing her. If worst came to worst, she'd have to drop down, nothing else to it.
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Post by Catherine 'Cat' Williams on Sept 3, 2010 21:23:32 GMT -5
"Hey! All of you assholes better get off of the escalator!" Cat shouted, making a point by raising her handgun a bit so all on the escalators could see it. Most bailed off immediately. She shoved her way through the remaining citizens and emerged onto the escalator, struggling upwards towards the Runner.
After all this shit, there was no way she was going to let this one get away. Cat considered firing a shot in the air but then decided that it would only work against her, as it would instill a panic. So instead, she shoved with more force and tried to move faster, all in all trying to catch up.
Even though Runners had the advantage in this environment, there were only so many ways to escape this floor of the mall. Cat knew that this Runner's options were running out, to pardon the pun, and she knew she was gaining, ever so steadily, a true advantage.
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Post by Misha "Colt" Hayden on Sept 3, 2010 21:44:07 GMT -5
After Colt pushed through several more citizens, she heard, "Hey! All of you assholes better get off of the escalator!" Next thing she heard were shocked murmurs and screams. Colt looked back, heart lurching when she saw that the policewoman had her gun held up.
The red leader pushed past more people, her shoves rougher than she intended, but it was all a blur to her. She was too caught up in her fear of getting captured that she didn't notice the man she had sent careening over the escalator's rail.
His scream of fear rang in her ears and she turned, eyes widening at the sight of him falling over the rail. Instinctively, she shot forward, fortunately just in time, hands gripping onto his forearm tightly, and holding on. Her muscles strained as she tried to keep a good hold on the stranger, knowing he wouldn't survive the fall if she let go.
Colt's first thought was to let him go and run, but it was against her better judgement. She couldn't stand to live with murder.
Her dark blue eyes glared at the shoppers who were still on the escalator. No one made a move to help. As expected of this damn city...
"What the hell are you doing just standing there?" she shouted angrily, eyes flaring. "Help me, damn it!" She didn't care if there was an officer on her tail. This man was close to dying because of her. She couldn't pull him up on her own, and she sure as hell wasn't going to let him fall just so she could save herself.
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Post by Catherine 'Cat' Williams on Sept 3, 2010 22:03:46 GMT -5
(( OOC: Moral decision for Cat! *evil cackle* I love character development threads! )) As Cat made it up the last few steps of the escalator, she came up to an appalling sight. A scream of fear split the sudden silence wide open as the Runner, in her haste to escape, had knocked a man right over the railing. That wasn't the surprising part.
The truly surprising part was where the Runner was hanging onto the man. None of the citizens were moving.
Catherine struggled for a moment, her morals and her job battling each other in an internal battle the likes of which she hadn't suffered from for a while. Her real duty was to the city, not to capturing Runners. She made her decision. Shoving the gun into its holster, she dashed over through a few stunned spectators to grasp the man's other arm.
Nodding at the Runner, she gestured for her to try and pull the man up.
She might be knocked unconscious by this Runner, but at least Cat would save a man's life in the process. After all, it was what she had actually joined the force for, not just for shooting and capturing people with any particular sense of free will. The man looked utterly terrified, often taking a quick look down at the floor, where he had been only seconds away from falling to the ground and crumpling into a broken, dead heap on the tile.
Cat wondered if she had made the right decision, but went with it anyway.
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Post by Misha "Colt" Hayden on Sept 3, 2010 22:20:25 GMT -5
((OOC: Haha, I'm glad I made a good turn in the story then))
Colt frowned when the citizens made no move to help her, and opened her mouth to shout at them again, but her words trailed off her lips when someone grabbed onto the poor man's other arm. She watched, shocked, as the policewoman nodded to her, and together they pulled the man up, tugging his body over the railing.
The stranger tumbled onto the escalator's steps in a heap, stammering his thanks as he quickly stood to his feet. Colt only nodded, watching the policewoman warily, her eyes narrowed.
The red leader never saw a cop do something that justified, not in a long, long time. Forget that, the cop helped a Runner, when she could've arrested her. She could get fired for that, stripped of rank, or even killed, for all Colt knew.
Stumped, Colt reluctantly wondered, maybe there is some good people among those bastards.
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Post by Catherine 'Cat' Williams on Sept 3, 2010 22:29:39 GMT -5
After pulling the man up onto the tile, Cat looked at the Runner. Morals struggled with her job, which simultaneously struggled with the fact that she was getting close to worn out. After a few moments of silence, Cat finally said, weary of the whole ordeal, "You know I'm going to have to bring you in."
She didn't set a hand on her cuffs however, or even look down at her handgun and instead knelt down to check on the man. He seemed alright, having pulled himself into a sitting position, but would probably suffer from vertigo for the rest of his life. She patted him on the shoulder. "You okay?"
He nodded at her, saying something faintly.
She looked up again, this time at the Runner.
".... We can make a show out of this. For the cameras. And I can talk my way out of it. Tell them I'd rather save a life then take in a Runner. Anyone with half a brain would understand why. It improves the force's rep."
It was not a request. It was an order.
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Post by Misha "Colt" Hayden on Sept 3, 2010 22:47:51 GMT -5
"You know I'm going to have to bring you in," the policewoman said tiredly, and Colt was confused when she made no move to grab her cuffs. Instead, she knelt down to check on the man, asking him if he was okay, to which he responded with a mumble.
The cop stood back up, and turned her gaze to Colt, uttering, "We can make a show out of this. For the cameras. And I can talk my way out of it. Tell them I'd rather save a life then take in a Runner." Colt arched an eyebrow in interest. "Anyone with half a brain would understand why. It improves the force's rep." The red leader would've scoffed at that, but she kept silent.
"You sure you don't wanna arrest me?" Colt asked as she crossed her arms, intrigued. "You have your chance now, why not take it?"
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Post by Catherine 'Cat' Williams on Sept 3, 2010 23:21:38 GMT -5
"I don't feel like dragging another person into a hellhole just as soon as I save another man's life," Cat pointed out. She drew her handgun and aimed it at the Runner as accurately as she could, stepping around the man who was still propped against the glass, looking rather fuzzy.
"Go. Quick. Act realistic."
She gestured for the Runner with her free hand to run for it. It was the best advice she could give at this point. Part of her, the professional side, wanted to take clear advantage of the Runner's pause and easily jump her and handcuff her, but Cat kept her promises.
Besides, if anything, if she was fired, she could get a different line of work. Maybe even with the Runners, although that was a slim chance to near no chance at all.
She gripped her handgun with both hands, the first stirrings of nerves making her jittery as she waited for the Runner to make her move.
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Post by Misha "Colt" Hayden on Sept 3, 2010 23:41:20 GMT -5
The policewoman retorted, "I don't feel like dragging another person into a hellhole just as soon as I save another man's life." She drew her handgun, aiming it at Colt, who had slowly lowered her hands at the officer's answer. "Go. Quick. Act realistic," the female officer told her, gesturing for the runner to flee.
Colt wasn't satisfied. She wanted to know more. She respected the blue already, and Colt made damn sure that she would never respect a blue, ever.
Damn it, this is such a mess.
The red leader opened her mouth, intent on continuing their conversation, but no words came out as she realized that the officer was right. She had to get away, fast. After all, there could be backup nearby.
Watching the blue, Colt hesitantly muttered, "I owe you for this," before turning around, and running away. She spotted a door with the words "FIRE ESCAPE" written on its surface, and an image of a stairway was placed next to it.
Perfect.
The runner ran towards the door, slammed it open and began her way down the stairwell, taking two steps at a time as she pondered over what just happened.
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Post by Catherine 'Cat' Williams on Sept 6, 2010 12:20:13 GMT -5
(( OOC: Sorry it took me so long to post! Things got really busy here. )) Of course Cat had to act. It was the only way she was going to make sure that the commissioner wouldn't have her corpse strung up in front of the precinct as a warning to other Blues-turned-'traitors'. For a moment, she thought of Spook, but shook the feeling off and moved forwards through the crowd, giving the Runner a few feet to run.
She knew that most of the audience to that little act would be so dumbstruck that they would probably forget it by the time the Runner reached the rooftop. Keeping one eye on the Runner, she sped up a little in order to put up a good chase. The Runner burst through a door labeled as a fire escape. It swung shut behind her.
To waste a bit of time, Cat gave a fairly sarcastic and mocking half-salute to the citizens before kicking open the door and automatically checking her peripherals. She guessed that the Runner had gone downwards, so continued the fairly false chase that way. After all, in order for it to be convincing, there was going to have to be at least one more close escape for the Runner. She swung her legs over the railing to drop onto a lower flight of stairs and caught sight of something red.
There we go.
Cat grinned a little, raising her handgun again, aiming, but not firing.
Faking it was actually more interesting than actually taking down the Runner.
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Post by Misha "Colt" Hayden on Sept 7, 2010 23:19:53 GMT -5
((Oh, don't worry about it, I understand ))
So far, Colt had gone down about two floors. She could barely hear the policewoman's echoing footsteps over her own, following her as she descended the stairs.
A small thought was nagging at the back of her mind, worried that the cop would go back on her word, and try to arrest the red leader, again. She sincerely hoped it wouldn't come to that; she was tired of being chased.
When Colt finally reached the first floor, she kicked the door open, a ray of sunlight beaming into the room. She ran outside, finding herself at the mall's front plaza. The center fountain was currently surrounded by a few people, while civilians buzzed through the square, talking on their cellphones, deep in conversation with their companions, etc.
Colt cursed when she saw a few police cars stationed at the road, their uniformed drivers standing beside the vehicles and most likely awaiting orders, eyes scanning the vicinity.
The brown haired woman narrowed her eyes, slowing her pace. I'll have to keep a low profile from here.
Casually, Colt blended in with the horde of civilians, walking with them and being careful not to give herself away to the cops. Glancing back, she looked for any sign of the policewoman, wondering how far she was going to go to make this 'chase' seem realistic.
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