Down the hall way. Shoot right. Shot left. Damn...forgot a breath mint. Lalo unzips his cuff pocket and presses a small green button, out pops a small red mint. He puts it in his mouth then smells his breath. A hand grabs his shoulder, with his cat like reflexes he breaks the foreign hand, kicks his foot back, and makes contact with a rib following that comes a "Oof" and a CRACK! "Scuffing up the leather..." he dust off his shoulder.
"James...?" Lalo looks around the room "James?" He moves his eyes around the room, scanning the darkness. His eyes closed, he listens for sounds. Coming from the darkness came sounds of struggle and cursing. A figure bust through the door and falls flat on his back "Damn it..." the figure pouts and wipe his nose. "James?" Lalo asks. "Yeah...it's me, big dude over there is messin me up though" James runs his hands throughs his braids. "What big du-" before Lalo can finish his sentence comes a tall Russian, bubbling with muscles. "Oh that big dude." He grabs James by the back of his shirt and tugs him away. "Hey!...he kicked me in the ass..." James makes a sniffing sound "it hurts" a laugh came afterwards. The Russian lumbered after them throwing chairs and desks at them. "What the hell?!" Lalo said. "Man I don't know he has a unlimited supply of those for some reason" James slapped the hand away and got on his own two feat limping away from Lalo. "Where are you going?" He hissed. "Plan." James said simply. "Damn it" Lalo ran himself into a dead end, he searched around for somewhere else to go. "Nowhere to go but through" Lalo cracked his knuckles and put up his fist.
Lalo and the Russian square it out, fist to fist, knee to knee. Lalo brings a knee to the Russian's gut, and a double fist down to his back. The Russian grabs Lalo by the head and flings him to the wall and makes a diving kick to Lalo's face, but Lalo dodges just in time from being one step closer to death. The Russian picks up Lalo, headbutts him, then slams him down on a table breaking the table and cracking the floor, the Russian follows that with a barrage of punches aimed for Lalo's face. Lalo doesn't feel anything, his eyes closed. Am I dead? This is what death feels like...nothing? But when he opens his eyes, the the Russian is nowhere to be found. He slowly gets up, flinches with pain, then looks around the room. "Told you I had a plan" James appears in front of him, with new cuts on his face. "Bring the power house herself," He moves out the way and a girlish figure has the Russian on the wall, dead? "Yep brought Amanda" James smiles "Killa is waiting for us somewhere near the exit."
Amanda looks at James, he nods, she slugs him to the side like a rag doll. "Lead the way James" Lalo said getting up slowly, clutching his ribs. Amanda and James go to his side helping him onto their shoulders. "You guys should've just called me," Amanda snorts "he was super easy" James glares at her "We all don't have unnatural super strength like you" "It's not unnatural, all because you don't lift doesn't mean everyone else doesn't." Amanda makes a little laugh. "Shut up both of you" Lalo interrupts "I'm in pain and you both wanna act like idiots." "Sorry" James and Amanda say in almost perfect unison. ----10 Minutes Later---- They finally make it to a heavy wooden door. Lalo shrugs himself off, and moves towards the door, he knocks once, twice, then a rapid five times. The door creaks and opens up. "We need some WD-40" James comments on the creak. "Only you could think about that James" Killa smiles at him. "Yeah cuz it's annoying." His eyes trail off to some more mistakes on the walls and floors. "Broken ribs..."Lalo coughs. "OH!" Killa gets under his arm and leads him inside, Amanda and James follow closely after them. Inside is a wonder of buttons, lights, and screens flickering on and off. "James go up front, I'm taking care of Lalo and Amanda can't drive" Killa says. James nods and makes his way to the front. Amanda looks around the hybrid of a camouflaging space ship/truck. Only Killa could make something like this. "Oh we got those codes you wanted, but the person we tried to capture committed suicide before we could take him in." Amanda updates Killa. "That's no good, he knew the person we wanted...it'll take some time but I can find them." Killa presses on Lalo's ribs "Hurt?" Lalo gives her a side ways stare. "Stupid question, sorry" She moves around the back of the SPM (Surprisingly Perfect and Moveable) James, up front, shifts the truck into drive.
The truck moves away from the old hole in the brick and pulls out of the alley it was parked in. "Where we headed?" James asks "Safehouse," Killa says treating Lalo some greenish medicine. Amanda, also in the back of the truck, looks out the window studying the environment outside the truck, "We took out 20 guards, stole, and there's a giant hole in the wall we left behind..." "What's your point?" Lalo says quietly. "There's no alarm" Amanda practically talking to herself at that point. "Yeah..." James turns the car on a opening to the left then pulls it to the right. "We're not going the right way James!" Killa shouts. "Shut up, we're being followed." Killa looks out the back window and sees a row of black cars trailing them from a distance "They sure trying to be subtle about this" "That's what bothering me," James scratches his head "Amanda take the wheel" he slowly get out the driver's seat letting Amanda take the wheel "She can't drive." Killa looks on with a worried expression "I can" Amanda plops down in the driver's seat and gains control of the SPM "where are you going?" "Out." James simply says, he lowers the passenger window and slips out of the moving car, doing a roll as he hits the ground. Amanda looks at him through the read view mirror "He's gonna die, bet." "So mean Amanda" Lalo laughs "he wont he's too stubborn to die."
Lol different Amanda -_-" sorry xD but I'll put you in too have to give you a different name though (posting more later)
James pulls out a weird shaped gun that fuses itself to his hand, he aims at the first car revving towards him. "Cant let you hurt my friends" he smiles "sorry." His hand clutches a trigger inside the gloved weapon and blast a burst of black energy hitting the car and making it do a 360 in mid air hitting the car behind it and making a giant explosion, causing a domino effect all the way down the line. "Damn I'm good" James takes off his dirty suit coat and throws it in the trash, looking to his left he takes a small street that seems to lead down the main street.
A giant explosion of black and red plumes behind the truck. "The hell?" Lalo sits up clutching his ribs again, and looks out the back window "James I'm sure." "Guess he didn't die" Amanda smirks and continues to drive "where is he anyways?" "Don't know, pretty sure he's trying to find us" Lalo says. Killa moves around the back of the truck shifting through drawers and cabinets, she makes a sigh of relief then sits in a chair closest to her. Amanda peers through the window, looking up at the skies. "Might rain soon." Dark clouds form over the city of a retro Los Angeles, cars booming buy, homeless and the pimps of the street roaming around, getting by. They were in the run down part of LA moving in a nice truck under the cover. SPM camouflages itself to fit its environment, so instead of a high powered fancy truck, they're riding in a giant steel company truck. Supposedly moving crates of the unknown. "James needs to hurry, I'm gonna-" before Amanda could finish her sentence a loud THUMP his the roof of their truck "what was that?" "Killa go check it out." Lalo says closing his eyes. Killa nods and opens the bak doors of the truck and climbs on top. James lays there on his back, his chest still moving. Not dead. "You really that tired?" Killa walks towards him and sits next to him. "Yeah I don't get to sit in a A/C filtered truck" he jokes and sits up. "I'm hungry" James feels his stomach, he slides off the top of the truck and gets on the wind shield and knocks on it "Amanda lets get somethin to eat!" he calls. She glares at him, but her face softens . She smiles at him as her foot reaches the brake. "Don't!" James yells "I don't have a-" next thing he knows he's flying off the car and hitting the rocky ground.