A Three-Hour Tour

[Clio]

Clio's side-view mirrors twitch slightly as she takes note of the white car, not quite certain about whether it's tailing her or not. Coldly, she replies to Frenzy, "Then I will leave it to you to explain to 'the boss' your unique definition of 'laying low'. And the next time you feel like redefining mission parameters you may leave my partner out of it."

Patra lets out a longsuffering sigh and rolls her eyes. There's no point arguing in front of the little intelligence agent. Patra knows that Clio is only irritated because she cares, and Clio knows that Patra doesn't appreciate being treated like child. Or a pet. Instead, she just says, "All for the Decepticon cause, darling."

[Frenzy]

If this were Barricade- Well, if this were Barricade, Frenzy wouldn't be having this argument. "She wanted out, she coulda been out. This isn't rocket science."

This is nuclear science!

And at the next intersection, a black pickup tries to T-bone Clio.

[Clio]

Stiffly, Clio says, "No more unplanned heists."

Patra smirks victoriously, because she didn't say 'no more heists, period'. Her smirk quickly turns into a grimace as she's jolted hard against her seat belt as Clio swerves sharply to try and avoid the black pickup. It still ends up smashing into her side, just at much more oblique angle than intended.

Clio revs her engine angrily, a rather uncomfortably dent smashed into her passenger side, while Patra swears loudly for the both of them.

[Frenzy]

Frenzy notes that key word and tricky phrase, oh yes he does!

He gets knocked down when Clio gets clipped, then the Antigeneratrix slides on top of him. He screams in fury, sounding like a fax-line possessed by a dozen Siamese. Claw-like toes dig into Clio's passenger seat, and he shoves the Antigeneratrix off and scrambles back into the seat, the fingers of his two right hands digging into the headrest.

"Shoot 'em, shoot 'em, shoot 'em!"


OOC: Abuse of Clio's poor interior with player permission.

She is never taking Frenzy anywhere ever again. >_>

[Clio]

Clio stoically tolerates Frenzy's abuse, concentrating on getting away from the truck that just rammed her.

Cussing loudly, Patra struggles to shift around and point her gun out of Clio's passenger-side window. "Windows down, dearest!" Doing her best to keep steady as Clio moves, Patra manages to squeeze off a shot out the window at the truck.

[Frenzy]

If Frenzy was, you know, not in a moving, non-Barricade Transformer right now, he'd try hacking the streetlights. He'd almost certainly not accomplish much, but what little he did accomplish would have fragged up traffic. Maybe given them an edge.

As it is, all he can do is chitter and hang onto Clio.

Patra's shot ricochets off the street and into a store-window. Pedestrians yell, and people who weren't already calling to report an accident are now calling to report shots have been fired.

Whoever is in the truck dogs after Clio, trying to bull through traffic to get at her.

[Clio]

The truck may have the advantage in being able to smash its way through traffic with sheer mass, but Clio has the advantage in slipping through traffic due to her small size and the fact that she is the car. Which advantage will top the other?

Patra curses up a storm and rolls down the driver's side window, but there's no way she's leaning out to shoot while Clio is weaving between cars. That's a good way to lose her head.

[Frenzy]

Clio's agility keeps her just ahead of the black pickup. Right now, it's tendency to drive like it means to run people over is letting it keep up with the red car, but if it gets blocked in, Clio will be home-free.

The buss full of rugby players up ahead might serve the purpose nicely. Especially in combination with the maze of street lights.

[Clio]

Clio takes the chance, squeezing in to the right of the bus then racing to the front of it, scraping paint with the frantically honking cars to her own right. Gun-hand resting lightly on Clio's steering wheel, Patra smiles and waves jauntily at the men on the bus.

"Low profile, ma belle," Clio grinds out to her occupants.

"Says the bright red car, my dear!" Patra replies, eye twinkling with amusement. Looking over at Frenzy, she says, "Enjoying yourself?"

[Frenzy]

Frenzy has dug his claws into Clio's seat-back. One optic-stalk swivels to look at Patra, and his mandibles ripple. "Had worse!"

The bus seems to have been the clincher; Clio is home-free to run for the interstate. Assuming she does, when things look a little less likely to fling him into her windows at high-speed, Frenzy settles down and buckles himself in.

"Good day! Good haul. Do it again sometime."

[Clio]

Clio makes her way to the freedom of the freeway, returning to obeying traffic laws and keeping watch for further assailants or tails. Patra slumps in her seat and does her best to calm her adrenaline-pumping heart.

When Frenzy speaks, Clio gives a short and firm, "No."

At the same instant, Patra gives an enthusiastic, "Yes."

Well, they'll just have to sort that out later.


OOC: Shall we wrap?