Thread: The Lady and the Wolf - Penitency x Praxis

There was no time to answer her question. Instead, Ethan was pondering his options while staring down the barrels of a police cruiser levitating in front of him. The low and deep rumble of the boosters under his own cruiser hummed through the interior as his hands took hold of the controls. Rachel needed him, and he couldn't entertain landing the craft. A slow inhale through his nose had Ethan's looming pectorals slowly lifting up beneath the cover of his trench and shirt. His thumb brushed over the red button atop of one of the control sticks before it then mashed down. From underneath his own craft, the single chain gun began to let out a loud whine. Empty casings began to pour from the port of the long cylinder weapon toward the floor, bouncing about audibly as the gun continued to spray led in a frontal direction. Flame could be seen spurting with every repeating shot from the chaingun's end hit after hit began to riddle the front of the opposite police cruiser. Glass, metal, and scrap could be seen sparking or fragmenting with every impact. Without the ability to even get a shot off, the police cruiser in front of Ethan tilted upwards at the cabin. It's rear began to angle toward the floor as it lost thrust. In the process of falling from balance, it's two cannons fired off into the sky loudly in a series of thuds. Said shells rained over the sky like a pair of flares, yet hit nothing as they plunged into the waters miles away. After the shots, the cruiser came crashing flat unto the pavement of the lock up, as Ethan's immediately thrusted upwards. The muscular brute leaned toward his left, peering down so that he could see through the glass of his cockpit. Hazel eyes noticed the cruiser he had just decommissioned was unmaned?! His brows furrowed for a moment as he then diverted attention to where he was going, with his vessel rocketing upwards. Ethan was climbing fast as he spoke out to Rachel between their link, That thing was hacked. No pilot. Someone was operating it from afar. How?! Nothing was adding up at his rate, but Ethan's hurry brought his cruiser quickly on par with Rachel's lavish estate. She could practically hear his vessel scraping across her attached landing pad the moment he was over it. The fusion cell within the craft had ran out just as he loomed above her place, which sent it crashing to the floor after losing thrust. Ethan groaned as he tipped his head back against the seat, yet was uninjured. Lazily, he reached over and undid the restraints that fell over either of his shoulders. They loudly retracted into the harness bar behind him. Standing up in a hunched fashion inside of the smaller interior, both hands took hold of the emergency door latch and pulled. His chiseled arms could only flare, yet remained hidden beneath his trench, as he groaned with the exertion it took to have the door hiss open. Stepping out of the cruiser, he reached back inside for the auto shotgun sitting in a rack within. Pulling the weapon from its housing, the brute then began to march toward the door leading into her home from the paddock. Both hands clutched the shotgun, holding it pointed low, before his chest as he stopped at the door. Noticing sparks coming from the ruined keypad nearby, it only took Ethan nudging the powerless door open to gain entry. Like that, he was welcomed to the dark interior of her home. His footsteps were slow and cautious as he called out from the living room, Rachel?