Snippet #2701927

Unlike the sublty of Falcon's bike, a roar of sound echoed throughout the slums, coming from a different direction then the first bike resonated throughout the streets. The sound of a yamaha speedbike flared every time the driver hit the gas and bolted down the abandoned roads at breakneck speeds. Clearly someone was posturing and it showed. The turbo charged engines roared with each acceleration and a blur of yellow followed until the owner came to a screeching halt outside the theater, parking next to Falcon's bike.

"Figures yer paddy wud go aff on 'is own withoyt any sort av backup behind 'imself. oi swear me man is gonna be de utter death av me."

The woman got off of her bike and dusted off her jacket, taking her time to remove her armament from the sides of the bike. Along the side was a heavy rifle with a scope which she slid onto her back and with a flick of her wrists, activated her gun gauntlets, sliding back the plates and loaded in two belts worth of solid slug ammunition. Ruby's mind wandered to how far Falcon and her had come since the Ceann broke off, a small sigh of content overcame her lips as she reached into her pocketbook and withdrew her lighter and a cigarette to smoke

"Well, oi 'ill in me brown 'av me 'usban' ter be 'eadin' aff an' gettin' 'is arse blown aff in sum sort av darin' scrap loike in de auld days. better go in an' save 'is 'ide an' make sure me man doesnt git 'imself killed."

Ruby took a pull on her cigarette and headed inside, kicking down the door with aggressive force only to walk right on in. Upon seeing the three, she let out a long groan of discontent and annoyance.

"Oi! oi expected a goddamned swarm av sum sort av baddie, undead or even a friggin rival gang. not a meetin' av de ghost an' cat. for cryin' oyt loud oi wus gonna make bill skinner an' 'av a movie noight again wi' me paddy. waaat is 'eadin' on 'ere?"

Ruby exclaimed while heading towards Falcon to put an arm around him and give his ass a smack then looked over towards the other two in the room while giving them a curt not in greeting while looking over the place with some curiousity and interest. Why had they chosen this old place for a meeting point? Surely a bar would have been a clearly better option then this festering shithole.