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"Rogues heading down Main Street!"
"They're trying to get to I-95!"
"They're past the blockade!"
Several explosions ripped through the city of Philadelphia as the United States Military Police struggled to contain a lone motorcycle carrying a pair of individuals wearing Power Armor. Riding a red motorcycle, the all-black armor drove the machine forward as the white and blue armor rode shotgun, stabilizing himself as he fired a beam rifle at the stragglers behind, his cloak blowing in the gusts of wind. "We're past the final blockade before we hit I-95, Wild."
"Great Angel, we'll head north for now towards New York or Yankee Territory. I'll be sure later," Wild responded back, checking the sensors quickly to see how many were pursuing them. Adjusting himself to hold onto Angel, Wild breathed a sigh of relief as he clipped the weapons to his hips.
"Wild are you sure about this? We could have continued back over near Philadelphia..." Angel says, a small hint of sadness in her voice.
"I'm sure. I know you want to stay close but the Military's been more aggressive as of late. To be honest- crap!" In that moment a Night Raven approached from afar as it fired off its beam chaingun at the pair. Reacting quickly, Angel maneuvered as quickly as possible to dodge the initial volley of fire as Wild held his left hand out, a panel flipping up as the shots deflected harmlessly away.
"I got this Angel, pick me up in a minute!" "Right." With that, an anchor launched out from his front armor and latched on successfully to the side of the chopper. Reeling himself up, Wild uses his armor's thrusters to catapult himself into the opening of the chopper. Staring in surprise, the anchor let go as Wild landed inside and slashed the closest soldier and kicked out the stunned pilot to the ground below. The other three inside quickly grabbed their rifles to shoot the rogue Power Armor, however Wild was faster as he already drew his beam pistol and shot the next soldier. Knocked back temporarily as the ceramic exploded to save the soldier, Wild wasted no time to stab upwards into the ceiling, directly into the rotor blade motors. "See ya," Wild says, smirking inside his armor as he dragged through the ceiling and out, cutting part of the chopper as it began smoking and spinning wildly out of control. Descending down to the highway below, close to the outskirts of the city, Angel could be seen driving back as she extended her hand out. Receiving her hand, both used their momentum to bring Wild back onto the motorcycle, as they drove off north on I-95 away from Philly.
Two hours later, Angel stood by the motorcycle at a rest stop in what used to be Central Jersey. Her armor was deactivated and withdrawn underneath all across her jacket, showing her blonde hair blowing gently against the breeze. From the rest stop Wild emerged with his armor withdrawn as well. Taking off his glasses, Wild walked over to their vehicle and sat down on the seat, looking over to Angel. "Well, from what the people inside have heard, the Rangers are struggling to hold the Mideast. Rumor has it the Knights are going to step in again for several more pushes. Yankee Territory is safe for now. We can head up there and recover for a week or two before we go back down," Wild states, looking over to her.
"Angel...I know you're worried. Are your parents ok?" Wild asks, putting his glasses back on.
"They're ok, I was able to see them from afar yesterday. Only nine more months to go right?" Angel quickly asks, steering the subject away.
"Yeah, are the scars going away?"
"Slowly...we'd better get going," Angel says, looking up to see storm clouds starting to roll in.
"You're right, we'll stop at a hotel along the way when it gets worse, you get some rest, I'll drive," Wild says as he climbs on. Angel follows suit and wrapped her arms around his chest, leaning her head against his back to get some rest. As the motorcycle sped off, Wild wondered to himself what to expect up north in Yankee Territory. |
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