Augee hit the gas and sped up down the road as the cop cars fell behind. "Look, they are slowing down. They are not following, we might just ma-" One of the attack helicopters dropped down in front of them with a spotlight pointed at the windshield. "Oh shit!" Two rotary guns started spinning, and suddenly there were hundreds of rounds being hailed directly at the grill of their vehicle. Augee whipped a left turn and drove through a narrow alleyway between two project apartment buildings. "We have to find cover" Omar said, taking the opportunity to reload all of their weapons and get prepared. The twisting, turning alleyways of Niihama City provided a brief refuge from the police as they gave chase. Densely packed buildings kept the Jigabachi attack helicopters from pursuing the two ghost warriors as they tried to escape. Though, the sirens of hundreds of police cars now echoed through the city as the NCPD began their search. While the vikings managed to elude them for the moment by driving into an alleyway, it would only be a matter of time before the SUV's GPS System was located, and hacked into.
Niihama City was a strange place. It was easy to get lost in a place this big, with so many skyscrapers and winding streets. It was nothing at all like the Norsemen's home settlement. The people were different here. The culture was different. The language was different. The food, clothing, everything was different. Omar was fumbling through the backseat of the armored black SUV when he found a suitcase. "Here, put this on" he said, throwing one of the Yakuza's tailored dress suits over the seat into Augee's lap. "What's this?" Augee asked, still trying to drive as Omar started changing in the backseat. "We have to look like them," Omar the One-Eye said, still fumbling around in the suitcase. It was at that moment that he noticed a big grey box tucked under the seat. Omar slid the box out and opened the lid, only to find the motherload. There laying neatly in the box was a bazooka, something similar in appearance to a RPG-90 grenade launcher, along with a few other weapons the Yakuza must have seized for their foiled bank heist.
Within minutes, Augee would drive the armored black SUV under a network of spiraling bridge causeways and park in a dark empty parking lot. There was gang graffiti painted on the walls underneath the bridges, and a few other broken down vehicles had been scattered about and left to rust. Off in a corner was a bum hangout, where a single metal fire barrel provided light and warmth for those souls unlucky enough to sleep under the bridges, as Augee parked the SUV and cut off the lights. As he did this, a marked police cruiser would drive by slowly, looking around with a spotlight, but they would pass the parking lot without noticing the black vehicle parked in the shadows. The Norsemen waited for the cop car to pass out of sight before they quickly got down to business. By now, Omar had finished getting changed and was beginning to look more like a Russian mobster than a medieval ghost warrior. Similarly, Augee dawned a suit and tie and was trying to figure out how to properly tie it. "Forget it, just leave it unbuttoned " Omar said as he wiped the black cammo paint off of his face and hands. Augee adjusted his collar, took the Seburo MP5 machine pistol that Omar handed him and tucked it under his coat, along with the other weapons he already had. Omar would likewise load up, stuffing his own 5.45x45mm assault rifle under his long trenchcoat before grabbing the box which contained the 103mm bazooka. With that, he spit in his hand and slicked his hair back. They were just about to walk away when suddenly, they were spotted by a patrolman on foot.
"Kon'nichiwa. Ugokanaide!" the officer said as he directed the flashlight on his handgun at the two suspicious characters in dress suits. The police officer approached Omar and Augee quickly, keeping his gun pointed at them. "Watashi ga sorera o miru koto ga dekiru tokoro de te o agero!" the officer said, causing Omar and Augee to look at one another ackwardly. Just then as the officer reached down to talk into his radio, Augee pulled out his MP5 pistol and shot him. "Tat-tat-tat!" the armor piercing rounds ripped through the officer's bulletproof vest, sending him backwards. "Pow!" the cop discharged his firearm, but hit nothing before he fell over and started bleeding to death. Augee would walk up to him slowly and kick his gun away before looking down at the dying police officer, who was choking on his own blood, looking up at him with fear in his eyes. Omar would look around quickly for an escape route before getting back into the SUV, as Augee spat on the ground. "Fuck you," he said, pointing his gun at the officer's face before pulling the trigger once more with a loud bang that would end the man's life. Augee then walked back around the SUV and hopped into the driver seat, starting the vehicle once again.
No sooner did the headlights kick on and the engine rev before more police sirens could be heard closing in. Augee pulled out of the parking lot but was prevented from the alleyway by a road block of cruisers as a dozen police cars formed a barrier around it. "Shit," he said before steering the SUV on to the causeway instead. The vikings would drive their vehicle up the ramp and on to one of the spiraling bridges along a one-way street heading north on the highway. They had no idea how to get to Seburo Industries, they just knew to follow the signs until they got there. But in jumping on the highway, they had also left the cover of the many buildings which protected them from the helicopters. Their vehicle was now exposed and would stand out like a sore thumb. Augee and Omar were now two of Niihama City's most wanted fugitives, it seemed, but their war with the police was just getting started. For every one of the Iskjerne settlers injured by Taiyou hands, these two lone Harii ghost warriors vowed to kill a hundred more of theirs, or at least put up one Hel of a fight until they both got captured or died fighting. Such was the resolve of the vikings.
Niihama City was a strange place. It was easy to get lost in a place this big, with so many skyscrapers and winding streets. It was nothing at all like the Norsemen's home settlement. The people were different here. The culture was different. The language was different. The food, clothing, everything was different. Omar was fumbling through the backseat of the armored black SUV when he found a suitcase. "Here, put this on" he said, throwing one of the Yakuza's tailored dress suits over the seat into Augee's lap. "What's this?" Augee asked, still trying to drive as Omar started changing in the backseat. "We have to look like them," Omar the One-Eye said, still fumbling around in the suitcase. It was at that moment that he noticed a big grey box tucked under the seat. Omar slid the box out and opened the lid, only to find the motherload. There laying neatly in the box was a bazooka, something similar in appearance to a RPG-90 grenade launcher, along with a few other weapons the Yakuza must have seized for their foiled bank heist.
Within minutes, Augee would drive the armored black SUV under a network of spiraling bridge causeways and park in a dark empty parking lot. There was gang graffiti painted on the walls underneath the bridges, and a few other broken down vehicles had been scattered about and left to rust. Off in a corner was a bum hangout, where a single metal fire barrel provided light and warmth for those souls unlucky enough to sleep under the bridges, as Augee parked the SUV and cut off the lights. As he did this, a marked police cruiser would drive by slowly, looking around with a spotlight, but they would pass the parking lot without noticing the black vehicle parked in the shadows. The Norsemen waited for the cop car to pass out of sight before they quickly got down to business. By now, Omar had finished getting changed and was beginning to look more like a Russian mobster than a medieval ghost warrior. Similarly, Augee dawned a suit and tie and was trying to figure out how to properly tie it. "Forget it, just leave it unbuttoned " Omar said as he wiped the black cammo paint off of his face and hands. Augee adjusted his collar, took the Seburo MP5 machine pistol that Omar handed him and tucked it under his coat, along with the other weapons he already had. Omar would likewise load up, stuffing his own 5.45x45mm assault rifle under his long trenchcoat before grabbing the box which contained the 103mm bazooka. With that, he spit in his hand and slicked his hair back. They were just about to walk away when suddenly, they were spotted by a patrolman on foot.
"Kon'nichiwa. Ugokanaide!" the officer said as he directed the flashlight on his handgun at the two suspicious characters in dress suits. The police officer approached Omar and Augee quickly, keeping his gun pointed at them. "Watashi ga sorera o miru koto ga dekiru tokoro de te o agero!" the officer said, causing Omar and Augee to look at one another ackwardly. Just then as the officer reached down to talk into his radio, Augee pulled out his MP5 pistol and shot him. "Tat-tat-tat!" the armor piercing rounds ripped through the officer's bulletproof vest, sending him backwards. "Pow!" the cop discharged his firearm, but hit nothing before he fell over and started bleeding to death. Augee would walk up to him slowly and kick his gun away before looking down at the dying police officer, who was choking on his own blood, looking up at him with fear in his eyes. Omar would look around quickly for an escape route before getting back into the SUV, as Augee spat on the ground. "Fuck you," he said, pointing his gun at the officer's face before pulling the trigger once more with a loud bang that would end the man's life. Augee then walked back around the SUV and hopped into the driver seat, starting the vehicle once again.
No sooner did the headlights kick on and the engine rev before more police sirens could be heard closing in. Augee pulled out of the parking lot but was prevented from the alleyway by a road block of cruisers as a dozen police cars formed a barrier around it. "Shit," he said before steering the SUV on to the causeway instead. The vikings would drive their vehicle up the ramp and on to one of the spiraling bridges along a one-way street heading north on the highway. They had no idea how to get to Seburo Industries, they just knew to follow the signs until they got there. But in jumping on the highway, they had also left the cover of the many buildings which protected them from the helicopters. Their vehicle was now exposed and would stand out like a sore thumb. Augee and Omar were now two of Niihama City's most wanted fugitives, it seemed, but their war with the police was just getting started. For every one of the Iskjerne settlers injured by Taiyou hands, these two lone Harii ghost warriors vowed to kill a hundred more of theirs, or at least put up one Hel of a fight until they both got captured or died fighting. Such was the resolve of the vikings.