Snippet #2377545

Yellow Fox had no need for prompting in regards to movement, and as soon as she was on her feet she tore out the filter of her mask with a hiss of air to free her mouth and nose, before turning and making a dash for the fence, clearing it in a fluid movement and taking off down a street, not taking stock of whether this figure she had run into was following or not. If not it would probably save her considerable grief and a great deal of explanation later. She did not know what it was exactly, but it could cause enormous amounts of damage and should Archangel ever use it on them they would be utterly annihilated.

She reached and old, metal cover in a side street, lifting it and hauling it aside to allow her to drop down, landing on chipped concrete a few feet below.

The young woman was stood in one of Vega's disowned metro ways, subterranean tracks that snaked for uncounted lengths beneath the city. They'd once been the spine of the transport network, but times had moved on, high speed above-ground tracks had been set in place on elevated skyways. The metro had been decommissioned and the tunnels left to degrade. It was to the gain of them however, for it allowed her and those with similar intentions to move almost undetected and without security checkpoints. The old metro was certainly not without hazards, but it was one of their greatest tools for mobility.