Shoot First

[Volume Virus]

*rb* Alwxys the lucky one, that girl.

[Max Griffiths]

*rb* Copy that.
*I speed up* It'll take us a couple hours to get there, Red. If you need first aid there's a kit under your chair.

[redhavoc]

*I shake my head. With all the adrenaline I actually felt better than before the fight. I know some of the meds I take are pain killers, so it doesn't really suprise me. Max drives well beyond the speed limit, but the civilian cars don't really react, they just get out of the way.

[Max Griffiths]

*I nod in approval when she doesn't reach for the kit. She might actually be tough enough to last more than a few weeks out here. I check the coordinates, then take the next exit* If your gun's not fully charged, replace the batteries. There are extras here. *I tap the compartment between the two seats*

[musicallydisturbed]

*rb* Volume? Status report? Should I come back, or what?

[Volume Virus]

*rb* Whatever you want to do, I guess. But is Airs not talking on purpose?

((She's working, actually. So there's a reason.))

[musicallydisturbed]

[[Okay. I'll wait.]]

[redhavoc]

*I replace the batteries in the BLI gun, putting the killjoy gun on the floor of the car. My stomach growls a little, but I try to ignore it and look out the window. I think about doing this everyday and decide it's much preferable to the tower and the endless days of training*

[Max Griffiths]

*The town we drive through next looks a lot like the one we left a few hours ago, but in worse condition.* This far away from the city, the acid rainstorms and radiation are pretty bad. They've done a number on most of these buildings, as you can see.

[redhavoc]

*I nod. Everything looks pale and patched together, nothing like Battery city. It seems kind of foolish to me for anyone to live out this far.

My legs are getting stiff and I try to flex them in the car. I have a feeling we might be in another fight soon*

[musicallydisturbed]

[[Cause I do believe she left]]
*rb* Vol, Airs is gone. Did you contact her?

[Volume Virus]

*rb* Agh, Sweet lady...I'll call her radio this time. Do whatever you damn well please, Music, as long as you don't kill anyone we care about. Lates. *radio statics as Vol hangs up*

*whistles* She's...a bit high-strung.

[musicallydisturbed]

Yeah... Suppose I'll head back, in that case. *makes way to her car* Thanks for helping me, by the way. *points to bandages*

[Volume Virus]

Not an issue, kid. Just stay safe and don't die just yet. *gives a noncommittal flick of her wrist*

[musicallydisturbed]

That's the plan! *drives off, blasting her music*