Snippet #2525848

Daniel woke up with Nami right next to him, conscious and making sure he was still alive. His body ached, but the fact he was unconscious made him feel a little bit rested. Sore and in pain, but rested. He crawled out of the car, and saw chaos around him. The idiot who rammed him went right into a large truck carrying a ton of cars next. It looked like a simple auto accident though, so it was more traffic and EMTs and less police. Daniel was easily able to get by them all.

Daniel could feel the pain coursing through his body. His power had activated on reflex, which allowed him to prevent breaking a bone. But he knew he had to avoid cameras. He pulled out a baseball cap, the Unity Tycoons, and put it on. He moved out of the view of any traffic and security cameras, heading towards Korra. That is when he got another call, on a burn phone. Only one person had this phone. He immediately picked it up. "I hear there was a break in and a shooting at a certain man's apartment. I assume the fact this crime spree did not continue means you have her?"

"Yeah. Any reason the Russians are coming after me? Or her?"

"There is a reason they kidnapped her. She has a power. You don't need to know what that power is. Just that she is only safe with me. Please...just bring my sister home safe". Daniel had almost forgot what Korra was like. Korra was the leader of a criminal organization, but he valued family and he had some decency. Daniel was getting tired of dealing with criminals who treated him like trash. Korra didn't.

As Daniel turned a corner, he saw a police station and quickly went back behind the corner. He took out a mirror and looked again, to make sure. He saw someone leave, and it was definently police. "We cant go this way. Too many cameras. We will have to take the subway from here".

He knew the Russians would be right behind him, pointing guns at everyone they found to demand if they saw anyone go in a direction. Daniel entered the subway, taking the train that would take him right towards Korra. He was almost done. All he had to do was avoid the cops, avoid the hitmen, and avoid any of the muggers that were around. As he looked in the subway car's window, he realized his face had some cuts and scrapes on it. "Nearly there..."