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Rain hounded the buildings and streets, the sky a blackened grey, turning the late afternoon into what seemed like night. Each individual drop sounded like a bullet, hitting the floor, posts, mail boxes, buildings... anything that lay in it's wake. A car as black as night soared through the empty streets, one of the only cars to take advantage of the slick roads, as others hid for shelter. Light reflected off her wet paint, her gaze focused, her eyes almost glowing. Her targets had been spotted near where she was closing in on... her heart pounding. This mission was a little more personal to her than most. Although it wasn't her family... they were close to her past, and any hit she could direct at the Carlisles was a win in her eyes. She let the water fly up behind her, listening to her radio feed, and taking to the back streets where one of the gang members had last been seen.

As the black Celica made her way through the streets, rain gushing up like a rooster's tail behind her, a red and black Lykan HyperSport watched as she suddenly turned down his street, having been parked along the side of the road with a few other cars who were waiting for a restaurant to open that didn't take reservations... but he wasn't interested in dining. Looking up as she drove by, he carefully observed her, knowing that the only cars coming down here were coming for the restaurant or... something completely unrelated to it. Muttering something, he excused himself from the line after noticing her plates. Pulling a U turn smoothly and starting to follow her, he kept a distance but definitely was tailing her, watching to see where she's go as he flipped on his single windshield wiper, throwing the water away from his eyes so he could see, the rain making his red body appear quite slick.

She sailed on, beginning to twist in the London backstreets, the roads becoming narrow and hard to speed through, her scanner constantly giving her the most up to date information. She slowed as she neared the area she needed to be in, seeing her GPS ping still. It seemed to tell her that the target was still there... the leader to the gang known as Ghost. She frowned as she brought herself to a slow roll, panting softly as she moved with anticipation, trembling all over from the adrenaline. She moved to the corner, slowly peering round, readying her weapon.... only there was no one. She moved out now, frowning in confusion, before she stared at the CHROME installed tracker on the floor, splattered with oil, clear that he'd removed it after he'd escaped, and now... lost in the system. She angrily huffed, stamping her tire.

As he moved after her, she seemed unaware of the tail, but it was hard to see in the driving rain, so he stayed back, smirking, his diamond headlights snapping on to help him see as he drove through the streets, noting they were narrowing and getting more remote... but that was all right. As she began slowing though, he adjusted his speed accordingly, having no problems whatsoever keeping up with her. She seemed to be interested in a corner, and drew a weapon, prompting him to do the same, and drawing the slide back to load a round into the chamber. What was she doing? As she peered around the corner, seemingly disappointed by something, he figured he'd move now, not going to let her harm anyone with whatever she was planning. "Don't move, Carlisle." He ordered. "I'll put a bullet cleanly through the back of your head if you do. Drop your gun... kick it around the corner... slowly." he commanded, not moving an inch as he kept his gun trained on her.

She froze at the voice, hearing it above the hiss of rain, her eyes flying to her mirrors to see a rather rare car standing behind her. She spied the gun instantly, and positioning, the poise.... he was well trained, not like a gang member, or anyone she was after. She recognized the signs. She lowered the gun slowly, though she was frowning softly. "I'm not who you must think I am" She called back to him, but put her weapon on the floor slowly nonetheless. "Who are you?" She asked now, turning her hood slightly. "Who do you work for" She said now, trying to study the other.

"That's not your concern." he told her flatly. "Your concern is coming with me. I've heard all the attempts at talking their way out of their situations so don't bother." he warned her. "Turn sideways to me... we won't have any problems." he said, beginning to approach her slowly. The rain trickled down his sloped hood and over his headlights, pooling around him and splashing up as he drove over to her. "What are you doing here? Meeting the Ghost, perhaps?" he snarled, glaring at her with steely blue-gray eyes.

She frowned further, listening to his accusations with growing irritation. "Ugh... you Americans are all the same... act and ask questions later. I'm after Ghost, not meeting them... that over there is a tracker, I've been following it" She said now. "It belongs to my organization... I'm not one of the Carlisles you're after!" She said now, moving away, and turning toward him. "I'm not your enemy"

Though I can't go into too many details yet, I know this here will interest a couple of people who know what's basically happening XD I'm pretty happy with this, and whilst I would have liked to have gotten a few more details in, I feel that I couldn't really do too much more without overloading the image <3

Shadow is mine
Schuyler belongs to DustyCrophopper86

dhfgadfga Shadow was hard to draw today and Schuyler is just triangles

Description

Rain hounded the buildings and streets, the sky a blackened grey, turning the late afternoon into what seemed like night. Each individual drop sounded like a bullet, hitting the floor, posts, mail boxes, buildings... anything that lay in it's wake. A car as black as night soared through the empty streets, one of the only cars to take advantage of the slick roads, as others hid for shelter. Light reflected off her wet paint, her gaze focused, her eyes almost glowing. Her targets had been spotted near where she was closing in on... her heart pounding. This mission was a little more personal to her than most. Although it wasn't her family... they were close to her past, and any hit she could direct at the Carlisles was a win in her eyes. She let the water fly up behind her, listening to her radio feed, and taking to the back streets where one of the gang members had last been seen.

As the black Celica made her way through the streets, rain gushing up like a rooster's tail behind her, a red and black Lykan HyperSport watched as she suddenly turned down his street, having been parked along the side of the road with a few other cars who were waiting for a restaurant to open that didn't take reservations... but he wasn't interested in dining. Looking up as she drove by, he carefully observed her, knowing that the only cars coming down here were coming for the restaurant or... something completely unrelated to it. Muttering something, he excused himself from the line after noticing her plates. Pulling a U turn smoothly and starting to follow her, he kept a distance but definitely was tailing her, watching to see where she's go as he flipped on his single windshield wiper, throwing the water away from his eyes so he could see, the rain making his red body appear quite slick.

She sailed on, beginning to twist in the London backstreets, the roads becoming narrow and hard to speed through, her scanner constantly giving her the most up to date information. She slowed as she neared the area she needed to be in, seeing her GPS ping still. It seemed to tell her that the target was still there... the leader to the gang known as Ghost. She frowned as she brought herself to a slow roll, panting softly as she moved with anticipation, trembling all over from the adrenaline. She moved to the corner, slowly peering round, readying her weapon.... only there was no one. She moved out now, frowning in confusion, before she stared at the CHROME installed tracker on the floor, splattered with oil, clear that he'd removed it after he'd escaped, and now... lost in the system. She angrily huffed, stamping her tire.

As he moved after her, she seemed unaware of the tail, but it was hard to see in the driving rain, so he stayed back, smirking, his diamond headlights snapping on to help him see as he drove through the streets, noting they were narrowing and getting more remote... but that was all right. As she began slowing though, he adjusted his speed accordingly, having no problems whatsoever keeping up with her. She seemed to be interested in a corner, and drew a weapon, prompting him to do the same, and drawing the slide back to load a round into the chamber. What was she doing? As she peered around the corner, seemingly disappointed by something, he figured he'd move now, not going to let her harm anyone with whatever she was planning. "Don't move, Carlisle." He ordered. "I'll put a bullet cleanly through the back of your head if you do. Drop your gun... kick it around the corner... slowly." he commanded, not moving an inch as he kept his gun trained on her.

She froze at the voice, hearing it above the hiss of rain, her eyes flying to her mirrors to see a rather rare car standing behind her. She spied the gun instantly, and positioning, the poise.... he was well trained, not like a gang member, or anyone she was after. She recognized the signs. She lowered the gun slowly, though she was frowning softly. "I'm not who you must think I am" She called back to him, but put her weapon on the floor slowly nonetheless. "Who are you?" She asked now, turning her hood slightly. "Who do you work for" She said now, trying to study the other.

"That's not your concern." he told her flatly. "Your concern is coming with me. I've heard all the attempts at talking their way out of their situations so don't bother." he warned her. "Turn sideways to me... we won't have any problems." he said, beginning to approach her slowly. The rain trickled down his sloped hood and over his headlights, pooling around him and splashing up as he drove over to her. "What are you doing here? Meeting the Ghost, perhaps?" he snarled, glaring at her with steely blue-gray eyes.

She frowned further, listening to his accusations with growing irritation. "Ugh... you Americans are all the same... act and ask questions later. I'm after Ghost, not meeting them... that over there is a tracker, I've been following it" She said now. "It belongs to my organization... I'm not one of the Carlisles you're after!" She said now, moving away, and turning toward him. "I'm not your enemy"

Though I can't go into too many details yet, I know this here will interest a couple of people who know what's basically happening XD I'm pretty happy with this, and whilst I would have liked to have gotten a few more details in, I feel that I couldn't really do too much more without overloading the image <3

Shadow is mine
Schuyler belongs to DustyCrophopper86

dhfgadfga Shadow was hard to draw today and Schuyler is just triangles