Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 24, 2009 19:41:01 GMT -8
Mathew's world was spinning, the drop from the pod was an unreal experience. And while he was no worse from the wear, in a manner of speaking. Meaning mostly he was still able to move, his whole body hurt like hell. Slowly he pushed himself to his feet, making his way to climb out of the crater to see two Enforcers laying on the ground unmoving. He didn't know if they were dead or out cold, but it was obvious that they had been at the wrong place at the wrong time.
Bending down he would grab what he could from them, there batons and canisters. The Canister's he had in mind for Linda, after all back in New York she had been in the drug trade business, and having worked with the Enforcers he knew damn well what was in these canisters, as for the Batons, who knew if there were other enforcers about, his intention had been to use the glass shards to get a weapon anyways.
That's when all hell seemed to break loose. Behind him part of the blacktop exploded, meaning Mathew would do what all brave warriors started to do when shit really hit the fan. He would run like a bitch.
And run he did! Narrowly dodging explosion after explosion as sleeping gas started to pour out of vents along the black top. Unable to hold his breath for long at all because he was using his energy to run, meaning he was breathing heavily. His legs started to move slower, sluggish and his eyes kept wanting to close. Gritting his teeth he continued to force his body to move, getting closer and closer to the gates that would mean freedom. He was almost there when he felt something smash in to the back of his head, a large amount of force crashing in to his already injured body, a body weakened by sleeping gas. Blackness overtook Mathew as he crumpled to the ground, less then 20 feet from freedom.
Bending down he would grab what he could from them, there batons and canisters. The Canister's he had in mind for Linda, after all back in New York she had been in the drug trade business, and having worked with the Enforcers he knew damn well what was in these canisters, as for the Batons, who knew if there were other enforcers about, his intention had been to use the glass shards to get a weapon anyways.
That's when all hell seemed to break loose. Behind him part of the blacktop exploded, meaning Mathew would do what all brave warriors started to do when shit really hit the fan. He would run like a bitch.
And run he did! Narrowly dodging explosion after explosion as sleeping gas started to pour out of vents along the black top. Unable to hold his breath for long at all because he was using his energy to run, meaning he was breathing heavily. His legs started to move slower, sluggish and his eyes kept wanting to close. Gritting his teeth he continued to force his body to move, getting closer and closer to the gates that would mean freedom. He was almost there when he felt something smash in to the back of his head, a large amount of force crashing in to his already injured body, a body weakened by sleeping gas. Blackness overtook Mathew as he crumpled to the ground, less then 20 feet from freedom.