>>5802072>>5802083>>5802085>>5802125>>5802181>>5802192>>5802205>>5802211You fight every instinct telling you to run and grab your radio.
"Hawthorne, something is happening , I repeat, something is happening NOW. I'm on the back door with VIP 2." Before you can say anything else your radio is overtaken as a message comes through the main channel, despite being muffled and masked with static you can still tell it's Hawthorne.
"CODE 11, CODE 11, SERGEANT HAWTHORNE AT THE META-MUSEUM. UNKNOWN GAS IS COMING FROM THE VENTS. REQUESTING ASSISTANCE!" His voice for the first time since you've met him is tinged with panic. Another call comes across the main channel.
"MULTIPLE 417's APPROACHING FROM THE FRONT AND IN THE CROWD, -IDENTIFIED WITH GAS MASKS AND RED JACKETS. R.O.E. IS-, ENGAGE ON SIGHT. -PROTECT CIVILIANS, MOVE TO THE BACK LOT FOR EXFIL." This is a voice you don't recognize, it cuts in and out as the radio signal goes wavy. Shock and your dual shivers keep you rooted in place.
You hear Kimble curse and Banks pipe up.
"My radio is down, sir." He says, voice filled with fear.
Dent is the next to speak. "What the hell is happening, Kimble?"
"Motherfucker, Dent. We are leaving now. Banks grab him and-" His sentence ends early and he instead calls out. "DO NOT MOVE, FUCKER. GCPD."
His shout breaks the spell, you throw open the door to the outside, figuring it'll be easier to regroup with Hawthorne after you secure the mayor and group up with VIP 2 Detail.
You step into the hot air of the alley, your shivers end as you step out looking left and right, seeing first Kimble with his weapon drawn staring down the alley, you follow his gaze and lock eyes on a figure at the end of the alley. Head to toe in a strange suit that reflects, like a space blanket. The goggles of his full mask reflect your own confused expression. The thing that sends your heart into your stomach is the massive tanks on his back and the large flamethrower in his hands, pilot light burning blue and strong. Your face itches and you smell burnt flesh, the smell of whiskey and blood mixes with the scent until it's just heat in your nostrils. You look back and see you've placed yourself right between Kimble and the man. Before you can think anything else you hear the click of the door behind you, loud as a gunshot in this now silent alley, looking down and see the utensil holding it open before laying in gravel.
"HARVARD!" He screams to the sky, his voice muffled by the mask.
"Joe?" Mayor Dent asks in horror
"THIS IS FOR MY FAMILY, HARVEY." He screams again in pure rage as he lifts the nozzle of his weapon.
"Get out of my fucking way, Rookie!" Kimble calls out.
>Hit the dirt, trust Kimble to put him down. >Quickdraw! on the mysterious man (requires roll)>Hug the wall and try to rush back towards Kimble and Banks (may hamper Kimble's shot)>Rush the man down, maybe you could make him switch targets and if lucky you won't get lit up. (Roll)>Write-In