Thread: The Lady and the Wolf - Penitency x Praxis

Ethan was the calm in the storm here he was, taking a drag of his cigarette beneath an awning as everyone else scurried about in a panic. To him, it was just another blackout. There was no pending attack or gunshots, so this just happened to be a mechanical thing, right? Hazel eyes shifted between people at the two shared a mental link. Such an application deeply embedded in Ethan's brain was a painful one to use, but he blocked those receptors the best he could. At worse, his forehead wrinkled to express he had something on level of a headache as the two sync'd. Ugh... His deep and raspy pitch groaned out from between parted lips as smoke escaped from their corners and twirled along side his head again. Despite wanting to protest the fact that she was tapping into forbidden tech for this call, considering he still didn't think this was warranted, Ethan remained silent. Rachel was his handler, and he was to answer the call. Even if she was too young, and too inept. Easy on the mind, Rachel. Keep your fucking chatter to a minimum or you're going to give us both a migraine. Again, he mentally projected his words between their sync. And then, the tug to his long sleeve came. Ethan turned his head toward his shoulder and looked down upon the more haggard woman next to him. Silently, he brought his cigarette back to his lips while listening to her. Brows narrowed as if he was listening, yet was simply enjoying the smoke. Her words interrupted the lady's panic as Ethan mentally projected back, Somewhere you and your kind stay away from. Inner city. Ethan pulled the cigarette from his lips after another drag. Smoke spilled from his lips as he yanked away his muscular arm from the woman's grasp, I am no Taxi. Go ask a beat cop for one. Shrugging off the woman rudely, the brute began to walk away as the rain began to assault him from overhead now without the protection of the awning. Fine. Send over your coordinates to my navigation chip. There were no street addresses high in the sky, only numbers to route to. Tossing his cigarette unto the floor, Ethan stubbed it out with his boot as embers grew cold across the wet pavement. I'll need a minute. Hang tight. It wasn't immediate, but Ethan marched as calmly as he could toward the Police Department's station a few blocks away. He shoved goons, and other panicked citizens out of the way as he continued through the incoming rush of those fearful. Sometimes, a little too fearful. Each of them clung to the Templar at times, as if he was some routine Police Officer that could turn the fucking power back on. Each were tossed aside with a snarl as he continued to follow his handler's orders. Concluding the trip, Ethan found himself standing before the tall gates of the department's vehicle lock up. A blue glow rose up from the man's sleeve covered forearm, which then tripped the ID card reader mounted between the dual gates. Access granted. A lady in monotone addressed the officer, as the two gates opened, only to join together again when he was inside. Moving toward his issued cruiser, Ethan bumped his fist across the bay door's access reader. Immediately, the sliding door on the driver's side began to lift up into the air like that of an old Lamborghini. Ethan noticed the other cruisers were not being attended to. Police were not rushing out to help the panicked citizens? Ducking into his docked cruiser, the man flipped on the ignition and reached up with a chiseled arm to pull his door closed. A loud hiss imitated the sealing process both doors clunked shut at either side of him in a vacuum seal and the sprawling interior dash board lit to life. A series of computer screens and holograms reflected across his form as he began to hit a few more buttons. Ethan's cruiser shook as its boosters from beneath activated, lifting it from the ground and into an elevated status. As he sat hovering, it was then he noticed another police cruiser was levitating before him with it's strobe lights spiraling overhead. It's two large machine guns mounted to the belly of the cruiser was aimed already at him as a bellowing voice called out to him on the intercom, Templar Gray, dock your vehicle and make exit, immediately! With the rain pattering against his craft, Ethan narrowed his gaze in confusion and spoke back to Rachel, Uh- what did you do!? What's going on? I got PD telling me to land.