Post by Bane on Apr 2, 2006 16:33:31 GMT -5
Bane was smart. He realized that after an 8 hour flight there would be plenty of cops waiting when he touched down. He needed to get out, or find a disguise. Bane didn't know of any 9 foot clowns on this flight, so he scrapped the disguise idea and decided instead to bail.
This would hurt.
Bane got to his feet wearily and walked over to the wheel box. He began pulling at the metal around it, creating a hle large enough for him to fit through and examined the ground below. He was around 1000 feet up, coming in for a landing. The ground was all built up, urban. Something may soften his landing, so, as intended, he took a deep breath and jumped from the plane.
The decent took less than 5 seconds, but it felt like eternity. The constant brace for impact ached, his wait for the imminant pain was agonising.
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The taxi cab stopped at a red light. The indian driver whistled to the radio, which was playing a famous, yet unpronouncable Bollywood track. The sun shined and a plane flew over head, no doubt in the direction of Heathrow Airport.
Some of the new enforcers walked across the street. Ever since the new government change the enforcers would patrol, meeting resistance with fierce and merciless punishment. The taxi driver sighed as the light turned amber. He prepared to move as a shadow waved over his cab. With that a hulk of muscle slammed into the bonnet of the car and burried half of it into the road.
"HOLY SHIT!" The driver exclaimed and stepped from the car. The enforcers turned to see the wreckage and approched it, only to be met by Bane climbing from the rubble.
"My head...." He groaned and stood up. The enforcers looked at him wide eyed, but were soon pummeled into the floor, or though nearby objects.
Bane rubbed his head then ran down the street in search of a hiding place.
This would hurt.
Bane got to his feet wearily and walked over to the wheel box. He began pulling at the metal around it, creating a hle large enough for him to fit through and examined the ground below. He was around 1000 feet up, coming in for a landing. The ground was all built up, urban. Something may soften his landing, so, as intended, he took a deep breath and jumped from the plane.
The decent took less than 5 seconds, but it felt like eternity. The constant brace for impact ached, his wait for the imminant pain was agonising.
****************************************************
The taxi cab stopped at a red light. The indian driver whistled to the radio, which was playing a famous, yet unpronouncable Bollywood track. The sun shined and a plane flew over head, no doubt in the direction of Heathrow Airport.
Some of the new enforcers walked across the street. Ever since the new government change the enforcers would patrol, meeting resistance with fierce and merciless punishment. The taxi driver sighed as the light turned amber. He prepared to move as a shadow waved over his cab. With that a hulk of muscle slammed into the bonnet of the car and burried half of it into the road.
"HOLY SHIT!" The driver exclaimed and stepped from the car. The enforcers turned to see the wreckage and approched it, only to be met by Bane climbing from the rubble.
"My head...." He groaned and stood up. The enforcers looked at him wide eyed, but were soon pummeled into the floor, or though nearby objects.
Bane rubbed his head then ran down the street in search of a hiding place.
