CLOSED ♔ guilty by association

[behindcloseddoors]

♬ i gave you all - mumford & sons

WHO || Buffy, Spike, Kat, Jaka.
WHAT || The Knights bust into the morgue to recover microchips that they saw on the bodies of the beings who attacked them backstage at the concert...
WHERE || Chicago, IL
WHEN || July 17th, backdated
HOW || Actionspam

[ the team's almost getting kind of good at this.

almost.

kat's finally got the police hq blueprints on lock and tapped into all the security protocols, so it should be a simple in and out tonight. of course, they are breaking into a police station of all places, but kat's confident they've got this shit on lock.



buuuut then there's that whole thing where she slams the trunk closed on all their weapons and gear, dressed head to toe in black like the other two, only to find Jaka standing on the opposite side of their car, one eyebrow raised behind the sunglasses he's sporting even at night. he smirks and says: ]

Isn't this a familiar sight.

Comments

[slay]

Is now an inappropriate time to point out Wynn's sent a dozen knights after us for help and not a single one who can remind us to plan a way out?

[lawofsurvival]

Knights? Well, isn't that... charming. [ jaka moves past them to the door, which he listens at for a moment before whispering: ] He's on the side of the room by the door we came in. Our best bet is to utilize the cubicles on the opposing side to head out the lobby.

[ without giving them any time to protest said plan, he slips out, silent as a fucking panther. ]

[bigbad]

[Spike really doesn't like Jaka.

But it's not like he's got a better plan. He glances back at Buffy and Kat, shrugs, then creeps out after Jaka (move silently 21).]

[slay]

This is the worst plan I've ever heard of.

[ she says it to kat because seriously trying to scooby doo sneak out of a police station full of officers??? luckily buffy is a fucking stealth machine because she got a nat 20 move silently check to follow jaka and spike out. ]

[shootfirst]

[ for the first time in the history of ever, kat rolls a 20 move silently and the ENTIRE TEAM MOVES LIKE A WHISPER IN THE WINDS out into the cubicle jungle. the police officer, with his listen check of 4, is over by the printer scratching his head about something and entirely oblivious as they creep from desk to desk like some sort of well organized unit or something, jaka in the lead.

they finally reach the small hall that leads out into the lobby area, where the lights are all dim. no guard sits on duty at the front desk, because the security for the evening is wandering other halls for nightly checks. freedom lies in sight across the expanse of the lobby floor where the glass exit doors sit. ]

[bigbad]

[HOORAY SWEET FREEDOM. Spike pokes his head into the lobby, glancing around quickly (spot 15) and listening (listen 16) for anything that might be amiss. If everything seems normal he'll just saunter his way out towards the doors.]

[slay]

[ for once the boat did not fail. buffy will keep shooting for quiet as they make their way the rest of the way out of the station, because you can never be too safe. ever. or too far away from police officers. ]

1/-

[lawofsurvival]

[

until spike pushes the front door open -- and a hideous alarm sets off. woops. jaka lets out the most long-suffering sight and pinches his nose tightly, before holding out a hand to kat. ] Give me your gun.

2/-

[shootfirst]

[ kat's shoulders tense and she looks guilty as she yanks the gun out of he waistband, warily handing it over ] ... Maybe I should have mentioned the haywire spell was about worn off.

3/3

[lawofsurvival]

[ jaka takes the gun as they all head out the doors, and as soon as they set foot outside, he calmly lowers it and shoots himself directly in the thigh. there's not so much as a wince on his behalf. he hands it back to kat, who's staring with wide horrified eyes. ] Go.

[slay]

[ the sudden gunshot makes buffy give a quiet yelp, and she whips her head towards jaka, appalled. ]

What the hell are you doing?

[bigbad]

[WHAT THE FUCK, JAKA.]

Did they teach you this in law school?

[lawofsurvival]

[ he ignores jaka, addressing buffy. ] Buying you time. Now go, before you make it so that I just shot myself in vain. [ he sounds irritated, and turns, heading back into the police station. as he does, he clutches at the leg wound, blood seeping between his fingers, and contorts his features into a grimace of victimized pain that's entirely convincing, if not for the fact that they saw he was really unfazed moments before. ]

[slay]

[ she watches him for a moment longer, expression contorting in conflicted concern, and then she grabs spike's coat, tugging. ]

You heard the guy. [ she turns to kat and nods. ] Come on. [ before she begins to bolt away from the station. ]

[bigbad]

[Well Jaka seems pretty much fine with being shot and also Spike doesn't really give a shit about him, so he shrugs and starts off after Buffy. At least they've got what they came for.]

[shootfirst]

[ kat starts to run like the freaking wind. a listen check of 25+ might be able to catch some of the commotion inside the station as a few officers emerge into the lobby and jaka begins to launch into a tale of how he saw some people trying to break into the station and when he confronted them, they pulled a gun on him, interspersed with as many hisses of pain as possible to buy a few more precious seconds. either way, a few officers come sprinting out the door as they make it to the car. ]

Oh good, a car chase. Just what my year was missing.

[slay]

Today keeps getting better, doesn't it?

[ she climbs into the backseat of the car because one thing she knows is that she is not the one driving rn. ]

[bigbad]

[Yeah, Spike's driving. He climbs into the front seat and starts the engine. At least he's... waiting for Kat to get in before actually driving.]

He better be a good enough lawyer to get us out of this if we get caught.

[shootfirst]

[ kat yanks open the back door and dives in. ] Go go go go go!

[bigbad]

[SPIKE JUST GOT A NAT 20 DRIVE CHECK SO HE IS CAREENING OUT OF THERE PERFECTLY. No, it is actually pretty damn impressive. He's always vanishing around a corner or skidding through an alley that is only just barely wide enough to get the car through. He smashes through barriers and narrowly avoids getting a wheel stuck in an open manhole... unlike one unfortunate cop car behind him. At one point, he stops and the police cars comically drive right past him while he turns around and goes the other way. Finally, he's lost all but one particularly determined police car, he starts driving full speed towards a drawbridge that is starting to go up....

pause for reactions....]

[shootfirst]

[ while initially worried, spike's amazing driving works kat up into a gleeful frenzy and she whoops loudly as they continue to narrowly escape, cheering him on. her eyes widen at the sight of the bridge, but then she shoves her face up between the front seats. ] I hope you're about to do what I think you're about to do.

[slay]

[ buffy on the other hand looks SEVERELY ALARMED. she's actually really comfortable with his crazy aggressive getaway driving right up until they start approaching the raising bridge. she whips her head around to track the cops behind them, and then shifts it once more to the front of the car and the bridge raising in front of it. ]

Pedal. Metal. Now, please!

[bigbad]

[Spike doesn't answer either of them as he zooms forward, up the slowly (but really not that slowly) raising bridge. He doesn't slow down even a bit as they near the edge, even though there is a lot of water below them and this will be pretty bad if he doesn't make it. They launch off the end, and there's a heartstopping (for the people with pulses) moment where there is NOTHING AT ALL under the wheels...........


and then they land solidly on the other side of the bridge and continue careening down it. Spike turns into a grassy area to cut some of the speed and knocks over a touristy map sign that says WELCOME TO CHICAGO in bright, colorful letters. Then he's back on the road and driving like someone who isn't on the run from police.]

Think we lost 'em.

[shootfirst]

That. Was. AWESOME! Ok, I'm never giving you shit again. Official.

[slay]

[ an enormous sigh of relief comes from the backseat. ]