Jailbreak

[AlphaWolf215]

*King stopped writing. The report he had been finishing for the LSF directorate almost complete. He screwed it up and threw it in the bin. The soft beeping, as he had noticed, from the tracker, had stopped*

I knew it *he sighs* I suppose i have to go see whether he is still alive. I doubt it, not many survive the blood loss.

*He stands, grabbing the keys for his off duty Falcon. He puts on his coat, strapping his gun to his waist along with other useful gadgets. He opens the door, looking back at the bin, thankful he didnt send that letter. White was the same as them all, a criminal once, a criminal Always*

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*Ha lands the fighter outside the block of flats, watching the two Police speeders pull up. As he climbs out of the Falcon, the two Police officers escort him up to the flat. As they reach the door, he stops, hearing a noise over by the bins. His hand instinctively moves towards the gun, as a small cat runs out and across the street*

Damn animals...

*He pulls the door open, heading straight up to the flat. The door is already ajar, and as he stand in the doorway he sees the aftermath. Blood over the walls, bits of skin lying on furniture and the floor. He leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms and watching the planetary police combing the flat along with the LPI Officers. A LPI Detective walks over*

Detective: Agent King, a pleasure to meet you. We was about to contact you. I guess you noticed the tracker go offline *gestures behind him* We think he tried to shoot it off *holds up a gun* And this happened. I have officers sent to every hospital in the area, by extension, the planet. He wont be able to get away.

King: Did you lock down the Spaceports and launch zones?

Detective: No Agent, why?

*The falcon can be heard launching outside*

King: Thats why... *he sprints through the flat to the window, to watch the Falcon take off. A man can be seen in the cockpit with a shirt wrapped around the stump of his arm. The detective sees the Falcon take off and starts arranging for LPI patrols to stop it. King stops him* No... Lets allow him to run. The system is to populated to try and fight him or track him down... Let him run, but lets think. You have just blown your arm off, where do you go? *they begin walking back through the flat and down to the outside again*

Detective: I'd find some back alley Doc and *king cuts him off*

King: Doc... *he stops* How many people know how to carry out procedures for robotic limbs?

Detective: Only a handful, 4, maybe 5 people Agent. Why? Is that what your thinking he will do?

King: Yes... *he presses a button on his belt and a red flashing light turns on* Doc Holiday... the Best Doctor in Sirius... THAT, would be my first choice, the first Port of call.

Detective: But where though. Where would he head to?

King: Baffin... or... Bretonia perhaps. He would be able to get parts there...

Detective: Indeed Agent King. Would you like me to alert the Bretonians of your arrival?

King: No. No-one knows where i am going. You are to keep completely quiet. If anyone questions my whereabouts, they are to be redirected to LSF directorate. I've had enough beers with you to know i can trust you with this Detective.

*the LSF guardian lands in front of him*

King: Glad to know i still have these stashed in certain places. I will return with him in cuffs soon Detective, remember, you have no idea where i have gone to.

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*The fighter leaves the atmosphere. King Begins setting a course for Baffin*

Speed is of the essence here King *he mutters quietly to himself* May even get some sort of promotion... Won't have to babysit these convicts anymore...

*the guardian enters the lane, heading for West Point. King only hopes that he will catch Jack in time...*

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