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Monica tried to slam into the last one, trying to be non-lethal this time.

The knife flew out of his hand and he fell to the ground with a thud. He quickly retaliated...with words. A wuss.

"Ah! You bitch! Lucky we don't have all of our guys here!"


With all of the gangster wannabe's eliminated, it was time to move on...though even that was a problem.

Mach gripped his leg, putting pressure on the wound. "Ah! Got any b-bandages?!"

Monica sighed, bringing out a small first aid kit from behind her. "They don't give us much in the way of medical equipment with these uniforms, but I'll see what I can do."

Mach nodded. "Oww..."

The cut was deep and open, and the knife was dirty. It could be infected within days.

Monica doused the wound with hydrogen peroxide, and used a spray that OmegaCorp developed to speed up the recovery process before bandaging it up tightly.

T walked over to take a look. The only wound he had was a cut right next to his lips, almost making it look like he had a smirk.

Mach winced as the chemical cleaned his wound. But as soon as the spray came, he relaxed. "Oh god, I need some of that for myself.."

Monica went over to the girl she had injured earlier to see if she's still alive... if she's even still there.

The girl was unconscious. Her wounds were semi-serious, though most of them were just grazes from the bullets.

Monica went to treat her as well so she wouldn't bleed out, and proceeded to arrest her afterwards.

"What use is arresting these people now?" T was confused. "The police aren't police, thugs are everywhere, the whole damn government's probably going to fall on it's head soon."

"It doesn't. I just don't feel like messing with them again." Monica said.

The girl suddenly leapt up to her feet and began running away, put semi-slow...She grunted every step, and was obviously in massive pain.

Monica facepalmed, looking back toward Mach and the others.

Mach sighed. "Forget it. She's learned her lesson, I guess."

Aero nodded nervously. The whole time, he pretty much just stood there. "W-Well, better move on."

"...Yeah." Monica just agreed to follow.

"..." T saw there was a car nearby. He'd stolen a couple of cars himself when he was younger, but he assumed there wasn't going to be much use for one for now. Then again, he couldn't get a good estimate of how light they needed to travel. "Do we need a car?" He asked.

Aero shook his head. "Yeah, and get more cops on us, sure. We need to just walk away and THEN get someone to pick us up." He took out his phone. "But uh...don't know if any of my so-called friends would help me out. Chances are, they are outside. Protesting." Aero sighed.

T looked to Monica to see if she could provide, or call in, any support. He himself would be useless in this situation.

"...I should probably report the situation to OmegaCorp. Likelihood is all hell's going to break loose, so..." Monica said.

Mach nodded. "Yeah. Police are no freaking good."

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Several members of the riot began to break into the station and tear it up...thousands of dollars of equipment being destroyed.

T could hear the chaos unleashing itself into the radio station.
"C'mon, let's move." T began jogging, notably away from the building, ignoring the bodies on the floor, which angered him because of how they had to be dealt with. He wasn't bothered about where to go, as long as it was away from all this chaos.

Mach pulled out his phone, quickly dialing in a number. He put it up to his ear, waiting, still jogging down the alley. He sighed. No answer. "Guess we just gotta hoof it."

Aero gaped at the station being destroyed. "T-that was my second home...all destroyed because..." He glared at T. "Because of you! You were the one asking all the questions!" He accused, pointing at him in nervous disbelief.

Mach stopped. "C'mon, Aero...calm down. It wasn't his-"

Aero flipped him off, a darker side of him showing. "Shut up!"

"HEY!" T turned round, understanding the outbreak, but they couldn't spend time fighting. "I accept that it was my mistake to ask. But that's already far too late! Now we need to deal with what he have now!" He tried to shout some sense into Aero.

Aero shook his head. "No, I'm done! You guys are on your own." He began walking away, past Mach, and out of sight...

Mach sighed. "He'll be fine. I guess...But I have a better idea to get out of here. He can just take off his headset and walk off. I can, sort of, but you...no offense, you stick out." Mach admitted, referring to the trench coat and hat.




(BTW, EVERYTHING you do affects this RP. From things you say to emotions you use. The ending is highly variable, I only have a set of 6 to end with, but depending on your character's actions, it can easily change.)