( this isn't how they'd wanted their mission to turn out — no halfway sane agent hopes to be caught or pursued; the ideal endevours were the ones that only looked dangerous on paper, and were a cakewalk in person, sort of the exact opposite of what this one was turning out to be — but there were worse people to have at her side. kay isn't as sure a shot in his old age, gareth isn't nearly as quick on the improvisation, and bedivere probably hadn't had to hotwire a car in a decade. besides all their collegues other notable accomplishments and fields excelled in, if roxy ever had the choice of who to have covering her back, or driving her get away car, it was the extremely capable young man to her right.
small mercies, then, that if they died they would die together.
she's struggling to strap herself into her seat when they peel out of the garage at ridiculous speeds. roxy half expects them to slam into a wall, and is rather surprised when they don't even come close. she's sandwiched between the seat and the door by inertia, but rights herself with a grunt when they skid out into the street. ) Lose them, ( she barks. compromising the safehouse meant their extraction would be all the more difficult. what's more, superiorly trained or not, numbers were not in their favor here. driving to the warehouse out of town might offer them a few extra firearms, but also felt like running into a corner, and her gut twists at the thought.
the seatbelt siezes up and refuses to be pulled across her lap. but it was likely going to be too restrictive anyway. so roxy gives up, twists in her seat and stares out through the back window as their pursuers come into view speeding along behind them. ) Five black SUVs, ( she tells him, clinging to the back of the headrest to keep balance while eggsy drives. ) They're riding low, heavy on the bearings. Outfitted to be a subtle assault vehicle, which means they'll be slower but also bulletproof.
( not that the two pistols and three magazines between them would have done much use in a high speed chase anyway. there was no accuracy here. )
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small mercies, then, that if they died they would die together.
she's struggling to strap herself into her seat when they peel out of the garage at ridiculous speeds. roxy half expects them to slam into a wall, and is rather surprised when they don't even come close. she's sandwiched between the seat and the door by inertia, but rights herself with a grunt when they skid out into the street. ) Lose them, ( she barks. compromising the safehouse meant their extraction would be all the more difficult. what's more, superiorly trained or not, numbers were not in their favor here. driving to the warehouse out of town might offer them a few extra firearms, but also felt like running into a corner, and her gut twists at the thought.
the seatbelt siezes up and refuses to be pulled across her lap. but it was likely going to be too restrictive anyway. so roxy gives up, twists in her seat and stares out through the back window as their pursuers come into view speeding along behind them. ) Five black SUVs, ( she tells him, clinging to the back of the headrest to keep balance while eggsy drives. ) They're riding low, heavy on the bearings. Outfitted to be a subtle assault vehicle, which means they'll be slower but also bulletproof.
( not that the two pistols and three magazines between them would have done much use in a high speed chase anyway. there was no accuracy here. )