Darkling0096
Me need nap
The little car Sam had hotwired sputtered. It hadn't had much fuel left when she kicked it on, and the power was off, so she couldn't refuel. It didn't matter, though, she got where she wanted to go. The fire and police stations were within spitting distance of each other, and the power plant was only a couple blocks away.
The electronic lock hissed as a drone shot it, and Sam rolled open the garage. "Hell-lo, darlin'!" Not a single thing had been touched although there were corpses. Men in uniform, Although their blue was stained purple. They hadn't had a chance to get to their weapons before the pests attacked.
Another shot popped open the key cage, and Sam began rifling through the motorcycles. "White and blue, red and blue, white and red, blue with red lights, red with blue lights. Jesus, have y'all never heard of black? Damn, cops suck." And then she basically tripped on the black motorcycle. "Lovely."
She heard a squeaking sound followed by the pew of the drone shooting. She turned to see a barbecued rat and a hole in the wall. "Dumbass," she muttered shaking her head as she began stripping vehicles of useful parts.
"Armor, yep. Dials and doodads, yep. GPS, sure, why not? Radio, maybe. Mounted gun, later. Encrypted satellite uplink? Why would that even be in a squad car? Oh, that's not a clean search history. Coming with me," and so on, until she'd amassed a SWAT van full of parts and a motorcycle. Satisfied with herself, she hopped in the driver's seat and turned the key in the ignition. As the engine rumbled to life, she watched a fat pest crawl down the windshield, gorged on the corpses of Virginia's finest.
"Dumbass," she muttered. Pew!
The electronic lock hissed as a drone shot it, and Sam rolled open the garage. "Hell-lo, darlin'!" Not a single thing had been touched although there were corpses. Men in uniform, Although their blue was stained purple. They hadn't had a chance to get to their weapons before the pests attacked.
Another shot popped open the key cage, and Sam began rifling through the motorcycles. "White and blue, red and blue, white and red, blue with red lights, red with blue lights. Jesus, have y'all never heard of black? Damn, cops suck." And then she basically tripped on the black motorcycle. "Lovely."
She heard a squeaking sound followed by the pew of the drone shooting. She turned to see a barbecued rat and a hole in the wall. "Dumbass," she muttered shaking her head as she began stripping vehicles of useful parts.
"Armor, yep. Dials and doodads, yep. GPS, sure, why not? Radio, maybe. Mounted gun, later. Encrypted satellite uplink? Why would that even be in a squad car? Oh, that's not a clean search history. Coming with me," and so on, until she'd amassed a SWAT van full of parts and a motorcycle. Satisfied with herself, she hopped in the driver's seat and turned the key in the ignition. As the engine rumbled to life, she watched a fat pest crawl down the windshield, gorged on the corpses of Virginia's finest.
"Dumbass," she muttered. Pew!