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Wing City Highway

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a part of The Multiverse, by Remæus.

The highway leading southeast from Wing City, it is surprisingly desolate once you are outside the main city gates. You can see Wing City's skyscrapers from the highway, and evenings, you can see the sun setting behind city lights.

Ylanne holds sovereignty over Wing City Highway, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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The highway leading southeast from Wing City, it is surprisingly desolate once you are outside the main city gates. You can see Wing City's skyscrapers from the highway, and evenings, you can see the sun setting behind city lights.
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Wing City Highway

The highway leading southeast from Wing City, it is surprisingly desolate once you are outside the main city gates. You can see Wing City's skyscrapers from the highway, and evenings, you can see the sun setting behind city lights.

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Wing City Highway is a part of Wing City.

2 Places in Wing City Highway:

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Cassidy O'Reilly [28] The youngest O'Reilly sister.
Catherine Jennings [26] OmniCorp's Head of Terran Expansion and Innovation, a determined and experienced businesswoman with a reputation for strict standards of morality, and a fearsome streak saved for those that don't meet them.
Bailey O'Reilly [20] DECEASED.
Anakutenon Naomi Kamkcuan te Mana kei Yaisavi [20] A bubbly, two-armed safir kineticist.
Bradley Sheen [17] soldier for the Republic
Sonime and Sonima [8] lol for right now you dont need to know want to know go to the hell games
Bailey O'Riley [5] A woman from Dublin, Ireland who is related to all the O'Riley's who have come to live in Wing City recently. She, too, is pregnant with twins from Caleb Jefferson but has no clue yet.
Mwesigwa Museveni [4] Minister of Finance, Terran National Government.

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"Jarvis is pretty good about returning. Should be back with Sarah and the Energon from the convoy we were tracking" said Brad

Jarvis swore also in colorful Gaelic that he'd picked up in his travels through Ireland and Scotland and sped off, keeping pace with Sarah, photocomet launchers back to full-charge though he'd had to borrow some energy from non-critical systems to achieve that. //I've had to shut down some non-critical systems. Good thing this convoy is full of high grade Energon// said Jarvis

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Brad did notice Rake's handphone but just wrote it off as some advanced piece of tech from her own universe and decided he was probably better off not knowing.

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Kyle made his way on an overpass leading from one side of the highway to the other, for pedestrians. He was a slightly-shorter than average guy, with a lot of dark hair swished back over his head. He was dressed simply, in a black singlet and loose baggy pants, the sort that were good for running in. With a cocky grin on his face he stopped at the middle of the bridge and looked around, then raised his right hand.

In the center of his palm was a small glassy surface, red in colour but of a dangerous nature, as from it now came a small glow, synthesizing technology to life as metal and ammunition alike formed from the air to make a sniper rifle. He got comfortable, aiming down the highway and looking for 'hard targets' which would be fun to shoot at. In reality, his boss would be furious for doing something so reckless, but he didn't care. He just wanted to shoot the day way.

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The driverless exotic car cruised along the highway hungerily looking for her breakfast. She tracked it that far, and now her hunger was getting the best of her, already she had flipped two trucks, and not either of them had what she sought. Her hunger was taking away her common sense!! And as such it also made her twice as dangerous.

She pulled onto the highway. She'd spotted a military convoy ahead, and this time she scanned long enough to identify her true target, AHA! Breakfast to go! With that the Flip Car took off towards the convoy. Moving swiftly she cruised around other cars and trucks and built up speed, with a shriek of tortured metal her ramp was lowered and connected with a military rig dead on. Sending it flipping side over side rapidly to the left of the road while she set her wheels and went for the second jeep on the line before angleing for her main target and locking dead on with the large semi perfectly.

She was starving, and nothing kept her from her breakfast. Though sometimes Rake tried to keep her in rank but it rarely worked if at all. The strange exotic ramp car purred loudly as she clawed her way towards breakfast.

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#, as written by Nemo
The convoy startled as a mysterious car flipped over one of their jeeps. The heavy armor in the vehicle protected the drivers from injury, but there was no denying the damage she'd just caused.

"Woah!" one of the Guardians shouted in the nearby jeep, "we gotta a fuckin' nosebleeder! Send word into Veritas!"

Two of the marines in the jeep directly in front of Sarah trained their rifles on the car. The jeep increased its speed.

"Stand down!" they shouted, "cease your reckless car flipping and pull over!"

They looked suspiciously at the vehicle through their visors.

...was anyone driving this thing?

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Without a word the strange car turned all four of her wheels in one direction, to the right, and hammered right into the next jeep dead on. Words scrolled across the Spark within the core of the strange driverless car. Finally the childlike voice spoke over the humans radios "I'm starving!" And once more she darted towards the core of the convy. The massive semi truck in the center. Her breakfast was within it. Stolen yet again!

The strange car was tempted to open fire with her own weapons, but though better of it. Instead she just flipped her enemies, doing her best not to kill or really injure anyone on this breakfast to go run. As soon as she got to the truck she wanted, the massive semi truck at the core of the convoy, then she'd be happy.

Why the humans stole her breakfast again she never knew.

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#, as written by Nemo
Once again, the jeep was flipped, its human passengers unharmed but shaken up. The troopers on the semi truck in the center were nearly about to open fire.

"Hit the tires!" they shouted.

"No!" their sergeant bellowed, "if it goes out of control, it could ram into a civilian vehicle!"

"Not to worry, contact actual," a voice chattered through their comm system, "we have the situation under control."

It was at that moment that a Seraphim 3C carrier dove in from the skies, matching pace with Sarah easily and hovering over her. Quick as could be, the ship activated it's magnetic underside, attempting to zap the car-flipper up into the air and attach it to the Seraphim's hull.

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The purring of the exotic Flip Car intensified as the air support arrived. Well slag it all! Again she said over the airwaves "I want breakfast!!" Unfortunately it was not in english but a mix of Cybertronian and complete gibberish. She hammered into another jeep dead center from the front, sending it into the air and directly to the airsupport above. "BREAKFAST!!" The strange driverless car cried out in complete english aiming right for the core.

It was then she did it. She launched herself into the air towards the truck. Arms appeared where her front wheels were, and legs where her rear wheels were, all of a sudden the strange car flipping car was walking. The engine shifted from the rear of the Flip Car to the stomach area as a face formed as she dove for the core truck. Going into a handstand she grabbed at the top of the truck, aiming to pull it onto its side.

As she hit the ground on the otherside she transformed again, back into her normal Flip Car frame. the contents of the target spilling around her. "Breakfast!!" She then said happily. Once again in english, she used her rear tire to crack down on one of the large lime green containers to crack it open before she started eating. When the container was empty she kicked it upwards at the airsupport, "Go away skeeter! Shoo!" She said, thinking the human air support nothing more then a common housefly.

At least she did not kill anyone, Yet.

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#, as written by Nemo
The Seraphim narrowly avoided the expertly-flipped car, quickly magnetizing the thrown jeep to its hull to prevent the thing from crashing into the vehicles behind them. The remaining semi was consequently flipped. The Guardians, locked in their armor, managed to scurry away before Sarah began her feasting, quite confused that she seemed to be after the TRUCK, not the soldiers inside.

As she feasted, however, she was quickly surrounded by a ring of Guardians, sixer rifles trained and primed. More jeeps and military vehicles surrounded her, and NPA officials directed traffic away from the spectacle.

An older man in a suit stepped forward, hands behind his back, and calmly waited for her to finish her meal.

"Are you quite satisfied?" he asked, not unkindly.

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The strange exotic car was too focused on her breakfast to notice the man at first that was speaking to her. She was however aware, well aware, of the surrounding soldiers and sent out an encoded databurst to a friend using a narrowband transmission of alien nature.

When she finally noticed the man she impishly chucked another empty container, now a dull green color, at the man before reaching for yet another container. Well focused on her meal the flip car for the moment ignored the men around her. Finally after a good hour of heavy drinking the Flip Car farted.

That's right, she farted, she passed gas alright. thick green foul smelling exaust poured with a loud "BRAPP" from her twn exaust pipes that coiled around her engine. The noxius fumes took a bit to fade away before she said somewhat shyly in another langauge "'scuse me"

It was kind of comical to say in the least. a trange almost F1 Racecar like thing acting like a massive cat getting something to drink. After all there was that old saying, Never come between a man and his breakfast, and this saying was apt for the moment considering that all the strange car wanted was what was in the core truck in the convoy. Nothing else mattered but what was in the primary massive semi, now on its side and pretty much half empty at this point.

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#, as written by Nemo
"Sir, our air support is locked-on," one of the Guardians nodded to Joran, "we have the EMP primed and ready."

"That won' be necessary, sergeant," Joran smiled, waiving a hand in front of his face as he dismissed the gaseous fumes of Sarah's foul excrement, "our guest here isn't going to give us any more trouble. Once she's sated her hunger, I'm sure she'll be more than willing to talk to us." He nodded. "...and perhaps explain to us why she so brazenly attacked a TNG convoy. Isn't that right, m'dear?"

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"Simple" Said the childlike voice of Sarah, the Flip Car cracked open yet another energon container to drink the fluid within it. "I was hungry" The car seemed harmless enough. But strangely made as well. Who owned the unique car that just farted anyhow ?

"Perhaps it would be better if you did not aim so many guns in her direction" Broke in another voice. A large stepvan pulled into view, as it coasted to a halt a woman stepped out. Dressed in white, tattoos marking her arms, forehead, and neck. Even her dress had the markings on it. Her mouth was covered by a matte white mask of sorts. "And also explain why you had a convoy steal a fluid that we use to feed her to keep her in check ?"

The new arrival did not appear too happy, more like annoyed. She spoke in Mandarin at the ramp car, "Sarah, how many times in the past week did I tell you not to leave without me ?" All she got in reply was another noxious fumed fart, this one larger then the last. This was going to be a long day, a very long day. Rake turned to Joran. As if waiting for his explination into stealing the Energon they had harvested.

There was an old saying, Never come between a man and his next meal, you just might be on the menu.

At least Sarah had not killed anybody. Maybe shook them up, but killed, no, nobody was dead, yet.

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#, as written by Nemo
"The fluid was apprehended for its energon readings. We didn't know it belonged to anyone, and we apologize if we've taken it from you," Joran explained calmly, "that said, your friend here has trashed about three jeeps. She's extremely lucky no one was killed; had our marines not been in seraph suits, they certainly would be dead right now."

The NPA director stepped forward. "Perhaps you'd like to explain to me what business the two of you have in the city? Call my a psychic, but I have a strange feeling that you aren't from around here."

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The Flip Car purred as she ate breakfast, Rake smiled behind the mask she wore, thinking for a moment before deciding to keep her mask on. She did not want to ruin a mostly friendly meeting at the moment by showing her rather grotsqe visage so soon. So Rake said simply while tossing over an item, "MVA, Rake Sunrider, Directive Agent. I know who you are Davrell, Joran, one of my agencies' finest in terms of a mind games player." She pointed at the ramp car that drained another container. "That is Sarah, you will have to forgive her, she is only a few months old. Still quite young."

She then spoke, "We've been here for quite some time. This is the second time now however that we had to stop a convoy just so Sarah can eat something." She sighed as yet another nxious fart was passed from Sarah. "Energy readings information being confusing to you I can understand, but stealing one of our agents own breakfast, that's a nono. Thankfully none were killed as you stated. Her aim was not to kill, but to get to her missing breakfast. Which now she has."

Rake hit her right thumb against her right palm and put her hand to her ear, "Call a Wrekker, Military grade...... Yeah, she did again.... No, EMT needed, just the Wrekker.... On second thought, send two of them will you ?.... Yes I owe you a beer..... Shut up Jordan!" Rake removed her hand from her ear and once more pressed her thumb against her plam turning off the phone.

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#, as written by Nemo
"Ah," Joran turned calmly toward the newcomer, "you're her handler then?" He reached into his suit and handed her an orderly-looking piece of paper.

"I trust this incident shall not be repeated," Davrell ascertained with a smile, "we'll return the energon reserves to their point of origin, there's still the matter of damages." He nodded to the paper in Rake's hand.

It would be a bill of magnanimous proportions, effectively covering the wreckage caused by Sarah's joy ride.

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"That depends, will the reserves be returned before dinner, or will another convoy get hit ?" Rake said, She briefly checked the paper, smirked, and folded it. Such bills and paperwork was under herself. After all as a Dreictive Agent she had her billing department work things out. The way she spoke however spoke slightly of annoyance. She'd been hit with such bills before. In other universes. Which got fun sometimes. In fact once, not more then a week ago, with Sarah, they weere presented with a near thirty three million dollar bill for a ruined jailhouse. Sadly, they had failed at the time to retrieve their target. That was not happening again.

Her handphone vibrated and blinked, she answered it, pressing her thumb to it she put her hand to her head and spoke "Sunrider.... Yes Jordan I am aware of that,... how many..... Right.... Where ?.... Alright I'll mention it.... yes I am talking to the guy now.... Yes I am aware of that too.... No, like I said, no EMTs are needed, just the Wrekkers. Yes two Wrekkers... Yes that is what I said. Where are they ?" The sounds of powerful diesel engines was heard as Rake was speaking on her phone "Nevermind, I hear them.... What was that ?..... Hangon let me find some glass...." Rake looked around and found a sheet of undamaged glass from the overturned semi. She put her hand to it. Jordan's face appeared briefly before being replaced by a string of numbers.....

1931 6019 2837 8367 9609 3279 0663

"Recognise this by any chance ?" Jordan's voice asked

"Yep, The same string in those other two 'verses."

"That is what I thought. Turns out they lead to the exact same location as the last two. Same jail same everything, only in this case is the last three numbers. Its a different cellblock." Jordan said, A map appeared "I managed to track it to this cell directly on the cellblock sublevel three second of the location. Two levels lower. Everything appears the same as Two and Nine."

"Sounds like a plan. Do me another favor and I'll buy you a bar." Rake said.

Jordan's face appeared, the younger man looked slightly bored but there was no betraying the eargness in his voice "Name it Chief."

"I'm transmitting a bill of loading to you, get it to billing, and then pick yourself a bar, and I'll buy it and gift wrap it." Rake said, that said she scanned her hand over the paper.

Jordan nodded "Got it chief. One bar choice as soon as you get in. Good luck." Jordans image faded from the glass as Rake removed her hand.

Soon as Rake turned off her phone,two identical jet black military grade Wrekkers pulled into view. Both rigs were black with superduty tow rigs built onto their frames. With powerful twindiesel engines, MVA Wrekkers were the best rigs around. Rake spoke to one of the drivers. The man nodded, bill was paid for, the jeeps would be fixed as if nothing occured.

Rake then turned towards Sarah, by then the exotic ramp car was done and looking towards both her and Davrell. A hologam appeared. Her hardlight image acatually. Sitting atop her.... head, Sarah looked confusedly at Davrell, asking to Rake, "He looks familar, is he one of our agents ?" Sarah's hardlight image wore a strange outfit that had steel clearly visible in the sleeves and belt and chest area. Her hair was a wild mix of steel black and fire red. She spoke with a very childlike voice.

Like Rake had said, Sarah was only three months old.

Sarah then looked rather impish and asked Rake as she crossed her arms in a pretend pout, "How much did I cost this time ?" It was not the McScrambled Eggs for under a dollar. Not with her around.

At least nobody was dead

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#, as written by Nemo
Joran nodded contently as the finances were taken care of and the mess cleaned up. Good. That'd gone over faster than he'd hoped.

"Very well then," Joran nodded, "I wish you ladies good day. As I said, the energon reserves will be given back into your custody." He looked suspiciously at Sarah then with warning at Rake. "As I said, see to it this doesn't happen again..."

The soldiers loaded up in the remaining vehicles and began to drive off, leaving the canisters with them.

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Sarah held the pout for several minutes as she watched the men leave. Well finally I can have breakfast in peace! She thought. It was about time too. She turned back to Rake "Well ? How much was it this morning ?"

"You simply do not want to know, did you get everything for Jordan ?" Rake asked

Sarah nodded, "Yep, down to our targets finances and when he takes a dump and also a very long list of enemies. Are we SURE this is the same Randin we've been trying to get back the last few weeks now ?"

"Yes, Randin is the man we're after, he's the missing link back at HQ ever since we lost him in Omega 'Verse and Peta 'verse and the jailhouse is identical, hologram ?" Rake said. Sarah nodded and a full color 3D hologram appear on her ramp for a nose. "Great, according to the number string, the cell is right there, sixth sublevel block D81. Security network ?" Sarah brought up the cameras and wireframes of the electrical and power line map.

"It is close to the Tunnel Bridge network under the city. I can get to him once I narrow down the narrowband and closest possible connective branch" A map appeared shortly thereafter, a route was then mapped out. Ah yes, perfect. She knew where to go. "So, how much did I cost ?"

Rake gave her a look. "I said you do not want to know, trust me when I say that you just simply do not want to know." She knocked twice on the roof of the ramp car, Sarah's hardlight image faded and winked out along with the holographic map. It was time to go. "Get a lock on the map of where to drop me off. Then go track the cell location. When I give the signal, you know what to do."

"Raise hell or eat lunch ?"

Rake did not answer. Instead the two sped off down the lane at a good clip. The two Wrekkers made short work of the overturned semi and soon had the containers reloaded into it. And the semi was towed back to MVA HQ to get unloaded and repaired until wanted.

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"Stay on that van!" Lennox ordered as he flew above the highway in an airship. "We can't let them get away from the city." He continued, his words meant for the teams of soldiers in pursuit of a large armored van.

Behind the van were four humvees, two of them bearing Invictus logos. This pursuit was a team effort between them and the Black Badge.

"Get me close." Arya told the driver of her humvee, removing her more cumbersome gear before climbing out of the open hatch in the roof of the vehicle. "What are you doing?" A voice asked through the radio in the vehicle. "Ending this." Arya answered, pulling herself out enough that she sat on the roof of the humvee.

"Up ahead. Look." One of the Invictus in the humvee said, drawing attention to the back doors of the van opening up. Standing behind the doors was an armored man, electricity swirling around his arms and the whips he carried in his hands.

"Is that a fucking supervillain?" The driver asked, "I mean, okay. Go do your superhero thing, Bones." He said to Arya, slamming his foot down on the gas to accelerate. "This might be a really dumb idea." Arya admitted, "Fuck it!"

Arya stood up quickly as the humvee got close to the van and leaped through the air towards it. She drew her pistol and began to open fire on the armored man, her bullets barely doing any damage to him. The armor was strong. Stronger than it should have been.

These guys were supposed to be gangsters. Sex traffickers trying to leave town with their cargo.

He lashed out her with one of the whips, hoping to catch her in the air and ruin her day. Unfortunately for him, the woman was no stranger to electricity. Grabbing the whip, Arya pulled the man towards her. He flew out of the van, bringing Arya with him as she failed to let go in time.

Both came crashing down on the concrete, Arya quickly rolling to avoid being ran over by her own allies in passing humvee. "Fuck!" She said with relief, barely avoiding becoming roadkill.

"I'm coming back." Her driver said, voice coming through the implant in Arya's head. It was easier to use than a radio, and more reliable. "No, stay on the van. It's priority." She told him, "Roger that." He said.

As Arya got to her feet she found herself with one of the whips wrapped around her neck, the life being choked out of her. She could smell her start to burn from the burning electricity, though her skin was perfectly okay.

Like her opponent she could harness electricity, specifically the plasma that directed it in lightning. And she could do it naturally.

"The electricity doesn't hurt you, but I can crush your windpipe." The armored man said, a Russian accent barely muffled by his helmet. "You made a mistake staying here. We run this city. I'm going to make an example out of you." The Russian boasted, taking several steps towards Arya.

She dropped to her knees, trying to remove the whip from around her neck despite the futility of the effort. It was wound tight.

The Russian kneeled down beside Arya to get a look at her face as it began to turn blue. "A woman? A chink woman, at that. Explains why this was so easy." He boasted, smirking beneath his helmet as Arya grabbed his arm. "Goodbye, bitch." He said, getting ready to deliver his coup de grace.

That was until he felt an intense on his side. His gaze drifted down to see electricity jumping from Arya's hand to his arm and back, the space between gradually growing brighter until finally the energy exploded in a burst of light and heat.

The Russian was sent flying away from Arya, the Invictus soldier herself slamming down hard on the ground. She wheezed and cough, gasping for air as the whip fell from her neck.

Smoke rose from her body, part of her jumpsuit had burned from the electrical current. She had others, it would be fine. She looked towards the Russian, blood gushing from where his arm used to be. He wouldn't be coming back from that.

"Bones!?" A woman's voiced echoed through Arya's head, it was hard to make out at first. A result of no oxygen getting to her brain, no doubt. "Your vitals were dropping, but you stabilized. Are you okay?" The voice asked, "Yeah... I'm good." Arya answered.

"How'd the takedown go?" Arya asked, rolling over onto her back. "They stopped the van, rescued the slaves. They'll be going home. The Black Badge are taking the gangsters prisoner." The other woman answered.

"I need a beer." Arya said with a painful chuckle, "What a fucking day."

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The crowded highway slowly ground on, a seemingly endless gridlock of cars from every nation, and planet available. Heat rose up from the asphalt to distort the air around every vehicle, smog from older exhausts painted the skyline in various shades of brown. Hell, you couldn't even hear yourself shout over the roar of engines, honks of horns, and blaring stereos. Nothing about Wing Cities' highway was particularly interesting.

Aside from who just might be on it.

Out on the I-91, one of the largest roads leading out of the city, the gridlock was even worse than usual. Halfway down it, it emptied into open, flat space, with nothing but a few hills dotting the lush landscape on either side. It made it's winding way out of the city, and through a series of bridge-like structures, over some seriously deep ravines to carry on to places like VL. It was slammed today too, since it was a holiday, so all sorts of people were bumper-to-bumper. Only one really stood out, though.

Dead center in one of the mid-lanes a massive black rectangle of steel loomed over all the other drivers. A gloss-painted, heavily plated Leopard-2 MBT sat in the abysmal gridlock. The emblem of the Gorgon's Watch was emblazoned on it's front in a deep green, and the rugged treads came up half as high as any normal car. Still, not even this beast of a transport was exempt from rush-hour traffic, and people wanting to go to VL for parties, and soccer-moms with out of state tournaments to get to.

It was actually sort of hilarious, the big tank, a mass of pure carnage, sitting immobile with an SUV in front of it, and a mini-coop behind it.

The people inside found it much less amusing, having succumbed to boredom an hour ago. They'd played cards, I-spy, punch-bus, and even made bets on road rage since the migration out of town began, at 3am that morning. It had all warn thin, it was beyond hot in the inside of the tank too, despite the AC system. Tempers weren't far from flaring when one of the men broke a twenty minute silence.

"You know the mayor's gunna be fuckin' pissed, Boa."
Python held in a smirk as he flicked the designated tank driver in the back of the head. It was by far his favorite pastime, and everybody else's really. "We set fire to a fuckin' street, killed some mooks, and then rolled a tank down his drive way. He's gunna flip shit."

He was right, but that was only half of why Spitjaw, and Sunbeam agreed.

"Ayup", was all the driver said in return to his hecklers though. He knew they just wanted to jack his blood pressure up, he was used to this shit. He kept his eyes on the road, and simply nodded whenever they tried to needle at him. Goddamn was driving in a traffic jam boring, he thought. "Why can't I just drive over all these fucking morons..?"

Spitjaw was the first to notice his stoic resolve, and motioned for the other two to be quiet. He knew just the button to push.

"You know this mean Gorgon is gunna get yelled at, which means he's going to yell at you. With live fire."

"Mhmn..." Boa's voice wavered for a moment, as the threat of his boss pulled him out of his internal monologue about crushing a few hundred civvies. The Gorgon would never fire at his own men, but goddamn was he one intimidating middle-aged bastard. (Un?)Fortunately for the pissed off driver, and his bored passengers, their dull situation was brought to an abrupt end.

Sunbeam was just about to make a crack about Boa's ass getting drilled by the boss when the tank lurched violently. The painful sound of a muffled explosion drawing them all up short, before flinging them from their seats

Boa snarled, his head having collided with the dash in front of him. He shook it off quick, staring at the cameras, as their screens flashed a large red "Warning!", apparently they were under some kind of attack. No shit. "Everybody alright back th-", the targeting system had locked on the moron who had fired on them before he could finish. "You have got to be fucking kidding me..", was all he could muster. It was some punk, with a flack-jacket on, and an RPG-7 on his shoulder.

It had to be the same fucking Mafia-pricks who hassled them earlier. Who else would be dumb enough to open fire on a GW detachment.

It took the three in the back a second to gather themselves. It's not like tank's had seatbelts, and the RPG had hit the side they were all on. The impact was mild thanks to the plating, but it still sent them all flying. Sunbeam was the first to gather himself up off the floor, shaking his head as he stood. "Yo, Boa, what the fuck i-", again he was cut off by explosions, but this time a hell of a lot more of them. The mafia had organized what could only be called a firing line, comprised entirely of RPG-7s.

Fourteen RPGs rained down on the highway like hellfire. They were aimed at the tank, and the road in general. Each impacted something, blowing away the very road, entire bunches of clustered up of cars, and even the idiots who'd gotten out of their rides three lanes over to investigate. It really was hell. The sound of the joint rockets impacting was a deafening crash for a solid mile around. Metal screaming as it wretched off the ground and blown back, twisting and scarping along the asphalt until it collided with something heavy enough to cease it's wailing. People crying out in short bursts, before they were reduced to a fine mist.

The road was in ruins. Blood splatter, oil, car parts, and limbs littered the eviscerated landscape like confetti at a cheap party. Wrecked vehicles were strewn about, just crumpled messes left and right. Most of them were already going up in flames, starting a chain of fire around the largely unscathed tank.

The tank was hit two more times, the plating keeping it largely unharmed, but the men inside were tossed around again.

"Oh FUCK THIS", Spitjaw howled, his hands bloody with scrapes from the second jolt. This was the second goddamn time today they were sitting ducks, and he was not a fan of it. "Boa, get the fucking visuals on any target you can, and feed it through to our HUDs. Sunbeam, get in the fucking turret, and Python you're with me."

Python just blinked at him as he pushed himself off the floor. Spitjaw was not usually the tactical commander, Boa was. He looked to the driver for confirmation but Boa simple shrugged.

"You heard the man."

"So...Why the fuck are we going outside when there's rockets?" Spitjaw just shook his head at the question, grabbing the Barrett M82A1 out of the gun rack beside the seats, and tossing it to the doubter.

"We got an M4A4 with an ACOG back here too. Boa gets visuals and fires off a few shells, Sunbeam lays cover with his precious NEGEV, and we take out every bastard we can."

"Hoorah, motherfucker."



The NEGEV howled to life, bullets rapidly spraying towards the general location of everyone Boa spotted, while the hatch to the Leopard-2 was flung open. Spitjaw and Python were about to jump out when the whole tank shuddered, generating the loudest boom of the day for far. The great black beast belched forth a DM43 APFSDS-T, anti-tank round. The thing sailed beautifully right towards a near-by hill, and hit with enough force and explosiveness to practically level the thing.

"HOLY FUCK!" Python, who was part way out of the hatch when it fired felt nearly deaf, and was both pissed, and impressed. "Why the fuck did you do that, do they have a tank?"

"Nah," Boa sounded damn near bored, despite how exhilarating firing the 120mm smoothbore was. "They had a dude on the hill so, you know."

Python and Spitjaw looked each other for a minute, then over to the shrugging Boa. They both ended up chuckling a little as they got out of the tank, dashing behind it before the next round of RPGs hit.

Ten more rocket propelled grenades hit the flattop. The bridge-like section the Leopard-2 was on was in serious danger as the projectiles blew away most of the passage in front of it, but the people on it fared far worse. It was a true scene of horror as the bridge broke away in a clatter of grinding metals, and crumbling stones. Dozens of flaming wrecks began to spill down it, crashing into, and obliterating any person who was clinging to the street, or chunks of up-turned rebar for their lives.

It was probably for the best, though. The fall to the ravine below was long, lethal as hell, and would take awhile to hit bottom, and die. At least this way they didn't suffer. Much.



Both men outside were thrown to the ground yet again, each covering their ears from the pain the noise afflicted. Too many rockets could blow up more than streets and people, it was hell on eardrums. Spitjaw's were bleeding, but he didn't notice. All either of them noticed was the taste in the air. A dry, bitter mix of ash, oil, and blood. The road was simply slick with a deep black mixture of the three.

Python had fallen face-first onto a squishy patch that had once been a person. A puddle of gore had found its way into his mouth.

"This is too fucking much..Too fucking much.." Python groaned as he pushed himself up from the slush on the ground. He spit out the horrifying contents of his mouth, and scooped his Barrett off the ground. He motioned for Spitjaw to take the left, while he set up on the right, standing just to the side of one of the turrets and propping the bi-pod up on the hull. He had to stand on the treads to do it, but he knew the rig wasn't going anywhere.

Spitjaw, on the other hand, just knelt beside the tank in the firing position, most of his body obscured by the ride, allowing him to freely fire at the large red diamonds on his HUD.

They were all about 500-800m out, The M4A4's ACOG sight couldn't even really make them out, but the targeting guide from the tank highlighted them. It was all he needed, firing a few rounds at one of them, and then waiting to see if the marker died off. It was surprisingly effective.

Python had no such problem though, the extreme scope of the Barrett .50c allowing him to practically make eye contact with the bastards. They were all wearing heavy flack jackets, and they moved with some form of cohesion. They were heavily spread out, some on hills, some on the towers that supported suspension bridges down the line. These weren't just bangers, this was some shitty third-rate army for sale, one that had no boundaries.

You leave Civvies out of it, always, at least in Python's book. Which is probably why the thunderous crack of the Barrett felt so good. The recoil hitting his shoulder like a hive-five as it punched a hole clean through a man's chest. One less rocket for their next volley.

Meanwhile inside the tank Boa had been busy calling into HQ and giving a sitrep, while requesting air support. It would be about 30 minutes before any of the attack choppers got there. He was thankful, if only because he didn't know two attack choppers not on his side were only 10 minutes away.

Another hail of rockets filled the skyline.

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Wing City...
Imperial Guard Head Quarters...


Back in Wing City, Imperial Guard forces stationed in wing city were busy with efforts to rebuild the city after the invasion. It had been a few long months, most of the destroyed buildings had been repaired and they were also reinforcing the law of the city. Actively hunting down the criminals of society and getting rid of them, the city was safer and the city was looking back to its old self before the invasion.

Sitting inside the headquarters sat a man in a uniform, he was the second in command after managing to appoint a new Lord General after the previous one had sacrificed his life in the defence of this city. In front of him stood stacks of paper, from civil to military documents he had to sign off on each and every one of them. Filling in death certificates for the thousands that lost their lives was tiring work, he had finished doing that a few hours ago. Now he had to get to work ensuring that they could expand their influence and begin Imperium projects such as a training academy for new recruits or even a church to gather more followers for the God Emperor, he would also need to create a Chapel-Barracks for when the space marines return.

However suddenly, a Guardsman burst into his office before giving a salute. "Apologies Commisar sir! I have an urgent report! We have received word from active patrols that they have seen the 'Wing City Highway' under attack by an unknown group! Casualties unknown and damage appears severe! What are your orders!" The soldier spoke and the Commisar quickly spoke up. "Send word to the Imperial Airforce, I want Thunderbolt fighters mobilised and on their way to this bridge to asses the situation and clear out hostile aircraft. If no aircraft are there then begin staffing operations. Then I want Valkarie transports with soldiers in them to proceed to the highway and begin relief efforts. Afterwards aend word to the closest armoured divisions to pack up all supplies and head to this highway. Eliminate all hostiles and repair that highway. Also I want all nearby squads nearest to the bridge to arrive either on for or by transport. Get a move on soldier." With his order, the Guardsman quickly nodded and left his office and quickly began to alert the rest of the unit.

A few minutes passed and over the city a squadron of thunderbolt fighters flew overhead, they were on their way to the highway and not far behind them squadrons of Valkarie transports few overhead as well. For the fighters it could take them five minutes to arrive, for the transports in the air it would be ten. Armoured forces on the ground, fifteen minutes as well. However multiple squads with no less than four in each team were only a few minutes away from the highway. And there were Kasrykins elites already moving ahead of their guardsman counterparts.

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This time the squad was ready, everybody braced for the impact, and held tight as the thundering barrage of RPGs struck. The only problem was just how accurate the attacking shitheads had gotten. Four out of eight rockets either struck the tank, or close enough to it to cause a problem. Two collided with the front, one on the rear left side, the gunner and driver were bounced around their stations, bodies colliding with metal in the process. They both suffered fractures, Boa to the wrist, and Sunbeam to the ribs.

The jerking of the tank had also made things worse for Python. He was on the opposite side of were the rear RPG struck, and though he ducked and covered his ears in time, he couldn't hang on to the siding well enough, slipping off the tread-wheel and tumbling backwards onto the pavement. Even through his helmet, the impact on solid asphalt was painful, something had even cut him pretty bad over the eyebrow. The worst of it was the tread-wheel, though. His foot had gotten caught on some part of the mechanism he was standing on, and it didn't un-wedge when he went sailing.

Pain wracked his body, he looked up at his leg, still stuck up in the tank where it was caught. It was hard to tell much with his bloodied vision, but he thankfully noticed it was still attached to his torso. Just utterly broken, and useless.

Worse yet, Boa didn't know this, at any moment he could move the tank, and probably tear Python's leg off. He knew he had to move fast, and with a string of curses he sat up as best he could, and yanked on his leg, twisted his foot, pushed, and pulled through the excruciating pain of it all to get it free. It dislodged with a sickening crunch sound, his hands pulled away covered in blood.

This was bad, like 'did you nick an artery?', bad. The only saving grace was that his ceramite armor was mostly intact, just a little crushed. That crushing would probably help stem the blood loss a little, but not enough.

"Sunbeam..Fucking hell, SUNBEAM!", his pained yelling was barely audible over the NEGEV, Python had to resort to picking up a chunk of..Something..And throwing it at his brother to get his attention. When Sunbeam turned, and saw the damage he sprinted over to his fallen comrade as quick as he could, sliding along the slippery pavement as he went.

"I hope that was a fucking rock, and not a shard of bone you hit me with.", it wasn't a rock actually, but the joke was to hopefully keep Python's spirit up. The wounded man only offered a "heh" in response. Bad sign.

"You know I ain't a medic, right? I can only do so much...Fuck I need something to tie your leg up with.." Sunbeam light up with an idea, and jerked the shoulder strap off his M4A4, quickly tying it around Python's injured leg as high up on the thigh as he could. The man screamed, and groaned, but what else could be done? He gave the man a light punch on the shoulder and told him to stay low, and avoid moving.

He sprang up and grabbed hold of the Barrett, quickly scanning around for all the targets he could identify, he needed to know their exact odds.

They were bad. Really bad.

Where only four men had been on the suspension tower 500m-ish down the road before, now there were ten. More little red diamonds were showing up on the nearby hills as well. They were fucked at this rate, they couldn't take another round of ten RPGs outside the tank, let alone twenty. Fuck, twenty could blow the whole bridge.

"Boa, Boa! We need this fucking tank moved back, reinforcements are here, and they ain't ours."

"I fucking know!", the tank driver barked, being the person who supplied the targeting intel, and all. "I'd love to move back, but that'll just bring the fucking rockets with us, killing more folks stuck on the road."

Shit, he was right. They were stuck, they couldn't move just yet, and who knew if there was an ambush placed behind them, too. Sunbeam swore, staring at the suspension tower through his scope. If they could just..Remove..."Fuck."

"Blow the suspension tower, Boa. It'll take a few shots on each side, but fucking do it!"

Boa paused, guiding the massive 120mm smoothbore over to the left tower. His finger hovering over the trigger. "Any civvies down there, man?"

Sunbeam swept the area with thermal, and didn't catch any heat signatures at all. Either the fuckjobs trying to kill them moved everyone, or more likely people bolted, and the Bulwark or somebody shut down the highway. Either way, it was safe to demo.

"Nah, brother, nah. Guess they bolted, or The Bulwark did their job, or some fucking thing. Targets are clear. I repeat, targets are clear for demo."

BOOM. BOOM. DOOM.

The black monster of doom spit out three more rounds, one in the the center that held both side-towers together, and one in each tower. That part of the bridge was reduced to rubble, and fire. At least ten confirmed RPGers down, and the road cut off for more reinforcements. Unknown to the GW squad, half of that rubble would probably come down on one or more of the active IG patrols that had likely been the ones to e-vac the road.

"That's a fucking start!", Sunbeam shouted into his mic, relief in his voice, "Try to take out the left hillside, get NEGEV-man on the right. I'll man the Barrett and do what I can. Python is down, hurt pretty bad. How long till backup?"

Boa glanced at the clock next to his HUD, grimacing as he realized just how much time hadn't passed.

"Twenty-Eight minutes...I'll do what I fucking can."

With that the radio channel went dead, and the 120mm barrel swung over to the hills on the left. He had twenty-three more rounds, and by fucking god he'd turn that whole hillside into a goddamn crater with him. Come hell or high water, somebody was gunna pay.

BOOM...BOOM...BOOM...BOOM...

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The first to arrive at the highway were nearby Imperial Patrol teams. The very first to arrive were Imperial Kasrykins, armed with carapace armour and armed with the best weapons they could be armed with. As they approached the highway they watched as rocket propelled grenades struck a tank and everything nearby. "That tank does not appear to be one of the hostiles, but who drives a tank alongside civilian issued vehicles?" One of the soldiers spoke to himself as he got in position and set up his Long-las. A long barred Las-gun with the accuracy of a sniper rifle, with the added benefit of using energy as its ammo source.

The soldier motioned for the others to advance up ahead to assist the civilians and the engage the hostiles on the hillside. For the sniper, he aimed through his scope and surveyed the hillside. Plenty of guys with RPG's on that hill, apparently that tank was a target. Hovering over on one of the mob guys, he aimed right over head. Unlike normal snipers or weapons, las-gun weaponry had no drop to it meaning it was accurate despite its rather poor damage output against anything wearing actual armour. He took a breath, and with one flick of the trigger the long-las echoed to life, one of the mob soldiers suddenly had a hole drilled in his head. That was one down.

"Everyone! Evacuate in a orderly fashion! This bridge is getting unstable so watch your foot---" One of the guardsman yelled out however was cut short as the tank opened fire on the towers of the road that contained RPG'ers. Of course after the first she'll the soldiers knew better than to stay. "Everyone run! The tower is going to fall!" With that said the soldiers ran back before the most severe of the rubble could come down and thanks to their actions it seemed that there were only a few civilian casualties. With part of the highway clear of civilians, the Imperial soldiers were clear to open fire on the enemy on the hillside. "I want those targets dead! I want a heavy bolter suppressing that position!" A sergeant spoke up motioning for a team of heavy weapons to begin setting up a massive machine gun armed with a tripod. As they set up, some sort of energy shield activated around the small team, a minor refractor field that would defend against small arms fire. As the gun set up, the gun bellowed to life and began pouring bullets upon the hillside treating to tear apart everyone with shells larger than .75 caliber rounds unless they were forced to take cover. While they did this, multiple Imperial soldier took up position on the bridge to add las-gun fire or hell-gun fire to add to the amount of fire. They knew fighter support was on the way. Better to pin the enemy then let them continue their bombardment while civilians continued to evacuate by other Imperial members.

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The thunder-clap of the Barrett had been non-stop, picking up where the 120mm smoothbore's roar left off. Each pull of the trigger was another dead thug, another hole the size of a large rock through a chest, another limb torn off. Sunbeam was starting to feel pretty damn good, even though Spitjaw's NEGEV had run dry. Not to mention he was pretty sure he was at least partially deaf now, and the .50c was throwing his shoulder out.

All-and-all it was starting to look like they'd have this tidied up in no time. As usual though, that's when a belated miracle struck.

The las-fire from nowhere was welcome. It seemed the IG had showed up, finally, both behind the tank, and on the other side of the bridge Constrictor Squad collapsed. Sunbeam thought it was pretty strange that they'd be on that side though, meant they were coming from outside the city. Still, he wasn't really in the mood to look a gift-horse in the mouth, but that coupled with the fact that they would've been more useful about three minutes ago left him underwhelmed.

"Boa, you readin' the Imperial Guard?", he had fired up his commlink, already formulating a plan.

Boa snorted, "Got eyes on las-fire, and those ridiculous fucking Botlers, if that's what you mean."

"Guess the canon fodder wants to play soldier today. I say we fucking let them.", Sunbeam's gaze stayed focused on Python, while he ducked bend the tank for safety. His squad mate was now unconscious.

"Ain't putting civvies in a rocket line you fuck.", Boa's patience for the whole ordeal had run thin, but not thin enough to endanger those un-involved.

"Really think I would either?", the livid Sunbeam practically scowled as he looked around the path behind him. His HUD footage feeding straight to Boa's. "Besides..If you could see Python, you probably wouldn't care.", his video feed came to rest on the bleeding comrade.

It was almost, "If you two pussies are done ovulating," a touching moment, until Spitjaw butted in. "Can we please just move this fucking sitting duck of a tank already?"

The crass approach was needed, the minimal levity it granted causing Boa to chuckle. "Yeah, yeah. Keep your fucking 1950's sexism in your goddamn pants. We have a lull thanks to the IG." The tank shuddered to life, treads spinning in reverse. "This rig is mobile gentlemen, and Spitjaw."

"Good, keep the fucking turrets running," Sunbeam's concern was evident in his sigh. "I'll carry Python ahead of us, make sure no stray shots get to us. They just might have a medic.."

"Roger." "Roger".

Sunbeam picked up his unconscious brother, putting a limp arm around his shoulders, and started to drag him towards the IG line. The tank loomed behind him, rattling off wave after wave of heavy fire. Chances are whoever these mercs were had taken a solid beating. They seemed to have plenty of men, but now two forces had "joined" together to repel them. Unless they had massive numbers, or an entire fleet of aircraft, they'd retreat.

Well, unless they were fucking morons, anyway." Sunbeam's little internal snarking made him chuckle. He was drained, banged up, and Python was pretty damn heavy. He just wanted the idiot to be okay, so he could quit worrying and slide into a Jacuzzi, with three ladies whose names he'd never bother to learn. That sounded damn nice right about now. Of course, it always sounded nice to Sunbeam.

The refreshing thought didn't last long, however, as another volley of RPGs hit the bridge. Twelve this time, somehow. A lot missed the tank, but they stray fire leveled more of the bridge. There was a reason RPG-7s were meant for 200m, not 500m. Those that were lucky enough to hit, about three of of them, mainly they hit rear of the tank. One lucky rocket exploded about 25m in front of Sunbeam though. He was thrown back, hitting the pavement with a thud as Python crumpled beside down him.

His vision was cloudy, the wound above his eyebrow now poured a gout of blood into his vision. The air was knocked from his lungs, too. He found that out when he tried to shout for Python. He gasped for a moment, his lungs spasming in pain before refilling with air. This day was beyond shit, this was becoming hell.

"PTYHON!..PYTHON!", Sunbeam pushed himself off of the gory tarmac, discovering his wrist was broken too via the sharp pain. "Fuck." He realized calling for an unconscious man was pointless, and switched to his commlink. "Spitjaw, Boa, you guys still with me?"

"Ayup."

"Yeah, dumb ass. It's a tank, not a goddamn mini-van."

The silence began to panic Sunbeam. He waited twenty seconds before hailing his team again, this time with desperation. "Boa, Spitjaw, do you read me?"

"Uhh..Yeah. You just asked, Sunbeam. You alright?" Boa barely finished his sentence before Sunbeam hailed again, now having turned to limp back towards the tank.

"I don't fucking hear anything! Fuck, are your comms down, or did the plating give way? What the fuck is with this fucking day?", desperation filled the wounded man's voice, and his squad finally understood what happened.

Boa sent a quick message to Sunbeam's HUD via speech-to-text, it simply read "You're deaf. Can you see this?"
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"Yeah, I can see, barely. Blood in my eyes, man." Sunbeam calmed down damn near instantly, his blindness a lot easier to deal with than the potential loss of his squad.

"Can you walk?", was the reply.

"Yep, legs operational."

"Gather Python, continue to head for Medic. We got your back, trust me.", it was good the text couldn't relay tone, because Boa was livid. Nobody damaged his squad, and walked the fuck away. The tank began to shudder with every step of retreat it took, unleashing it's hellish payload at any target the HUD could find. Boa didn't care how much it cost, or the collateral, those hills were about to become parking lots.

Meanwhile Sunbeam did as he was ordered. He didn't have the strength to carry Python, so he grabbed the man's arm, and simply dragged him along. Each step was misery, and his shoulder complained hardily, but he smiled none-the-less, because each tremor he felt in his boots was another 120mm round of payback.

All in all, he was actually pretty happy he was deaf right now.

"MEDIC! I NEED A GODDAMN MEDIC OVER HERE!"

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The Imperial forces continued to lay down suppressive fire against the thugs on the hill. And with the civilians cleared it would seem that the tank was now able to move and avoid crushing civilians. "Keep the fire pouring! Fighter support is less than a minute away! Keep fighting men for the Emperor! Show these bastards not to mess with civilians under our watch!" The sergeant yell out encouraging the men. Soon rocket fire came foreign at them once again however thanks to the range and suppressive fire, most of the missiles missed but some managed to connect to the bridge and tank.

The entire squad poured fire on the hillside and were soon joined by additional squads after they themselves had finished evacuating the civilians adding extra firepower. Of course the sudden shouting that someone needed a medic was hear wishing the lines and not a second later, a Guardsman armed with just a las-pistol but was carrying a medical pack with him carefully rushed over to the pair that looked worse for wear. "I won't speak about why the hell you have a tank driving in the middle of a highway! But right now I am here to offer any medical aid but right now..." The soldier spoke as he opened us his medical case and grabbed two massive syringes, these contained a medical solution that would ease their pain, although the needle was half the length of an adults pointer finger and he offered to jab it into them so they would not die or bleed out. Of course, he still needed to treat any broken limbs and bones.

Just a minute away, the squad of thunderbolt fighters could see the gunfire erupting from the bridge. "Patrol teams, we can see you for our location. We are commencing assistance operations in thirty seconds, just hold out a little longer then we shall deliver the Emperors justice." The lead pilot spoke through the Vox operator nearby. And he in return relayed the information to the rest of the team.