The Day
Date: September 30th, 2018
Location: Airlunnly Asylum (AA)
Subject: Escaped lunatic; (NAME UNKNOWN) prisoner 1515324
Escape Time: Approximately 2:00 AM
Subject Whereabouts: UNKNOWN
“On this day forth we shall not rest until that criminal is back where she belongs!”
An old tom cat shouts to his fleet of ‘Retrieval Criminal-est’, or RC for short.
The white cat with brown and black spots, hummed to himself lowly. Listening to the shouts and cries of his men, who were indeed ready for action. Their subject was an escaped convict that was highly dangerous and deadly. She was no joke. Yes; SHE. Many of his men found her attractive. She often used her feminine charm and looks to get to certain extents. Otherwise she’d use brute force. Such as if they dared to block her exit. She’d simply throw a smoke bomb to obscure their visual on her and kick them in the head so that they would either be stunned or knocked out.
“Are we the protectors of the innocence going to let her ruin those lives?”
A wave of ‘NO’ was heard throughout the room before they rounded out.
“Lets get a move on it then men!” Little did any of them know, was that she was a lot closer than they had originally thought. In fact she was in the same exact room with them. She was in one of the air vents. The place was so high on security that they even had cameras in the air vents. Apparently, and so happens that the air vent that she was currently in, was the same one that had been messing up quite recently. No one thought much of it; just that it needs to be fixed. She was stuck there until the meeting had ended.
Fortunately, for her, that she knew which squadron was searching for her, and she knew just how to dive right under their noses. Supposedly, Tompson’s crew was the best throughout the galaxy and known as the “FireStrike”. Tompson was the spotted cat that had just left with his secretary and one of the headsmen of the “Galaxy Criminal Control Board”, GCCB for short. Supposedly the best legal team out there who can catch her. That wasn’t going to happen any time soon.
For now, it was just her, the player, and anyone who sided against her, whom were the game pieces, and the universe was the game board. This will be a game she’ll enjoy for years to come. She had to get out of there while she still had a chance to. But not before she could get her hands on that file that was sitting atop of a desk just below her. Popping the entrance to the vent out, she flung a sticky blob down and it stuck to the file. Luckily for her that it had a rubber band around it. She pulled it up, closed the vent and made her way out of the building.
She made her way to the roof. There, she parked her hover vehicle; a hovering motorbike. The woman climbed aboard the vehicle and revved the engine a few times, warming the inside of it. Letting up on the brakes, the bike jumped to a kick start and sped off the roof. Falling for a brief moment, the air rushing into her creamed colored face and through her thick blonde hair, she pulled it back up and flew through the early morning sky.
After all, she had to enjoy her freedom while she still can.
