A.N. Hey Everyone! AlphaArchAngel here, AAA if you're like me and lazy ;). Wow so where to start? First story ever here. This idea was circling around in my head for like ever, just because of the word Guild. Lame right? Anyways, this could be a oneshot but easily could be something more if people want that. PM if you have any ideas, suggestions or comments. I'm not perfect but I gave it my best shot. And before I forget, huge shoutout to PeoniesandPoppies. They gave me advice, and they're one of my personal Fav FT authors. Go check out their stories, once you're done with this one that is ;). Anyways, favorite, follow, leave a review. Any of the above appreciated! Now without further ado, I give you, Fairy Tail: Guild of Thieves.
Chapter 1 When Good Heists go Bad...
Lucy felt her heart race within her chest as she looked down at her watch. Sweat was beginning to form on her forehead as the July heat bore down upon her. There were only few clouds in the sky that floated lazily about doing little to shield her from the sun. The sky itself was a soft light blue. It gave off a peaceful and serene aura. Lucy was dressed in a soft white sundress with a matching sunhat, and cream white high heels. She was sitting in the Oceanview Café, in the port town of Hargeon. It was just a typical day, a peaceful day. Oceanview Street was lined with vendors of all sorts, attempting to sell unsuspecting tourists their colorful knock off toys, and cheap baseball caps that said HARGEON. An ocean breeze picked up and threatened to blow her hat away. She quickly reached up and pull it back down over her eyes, brushing her golden locks out of her face. A close call, the café's security camera nearly caught her face. She would never admit it but she was nervous. Her stomach was spinning as if a whirlpool had formed in the pit of it. The time was ten minutes after twelve. Five minutes till the armored truck arrives. She would need thirty seconds to make contact with the driver, and she needed to keep him busy for about five minutes. It wasn't a hard task to complete but even something this simple made Lucy's heart race. Especially when you're robbing close to twenty banks in under five minutes, all at once. She took a deep breath to steady her nerves.
"Relax. You're getting worked up over nothing. It's five minutes. FIVE MINUTES! You can do that in your sleep. And if all else fails, you have your keys as back up." she said to herself. She felt her heart slow down, and she looked up and smiled.
It was such a peaceful day, she almost felt guilty having to spoil a day like today with an armored car heist. Almost. She looked at her watch again. 12:11. Lucy groaned in frustration as a voice came crackling in her ear.
"The truck just turned down onto the main street. It should be there soon, my lovely" said the voice.
Lucy rolled her eyes at Salamander's compliment as she put her hand up to her WAVE earpiece. "Roger that, ready and waiting" she replied.
Ready was a bit of an understatement in Lucy's opinion. She already had three escape routes mapped out, her alibis prepared, and the entire heist memorized to a t, so she didn't have much else to do. The heist in it of itself was nothing special. An armored truck, carrying the latest deposits from all Fiore National Banking banks in the surrounding area, makes a monthly trip north to Crocus to deposit all money from those banks in the secured headquarters of FNB. The driver of this monthly route, always makes an unscheduled stop at this little café for a blueberry muffin, and to hit on the waitresses who work here. All Lucy had to do, was distract the driver for five minutes, while Salamander broke into the back and loaded all of the money into the getaway vehicle. Lucy didn't know how exactly he planned to break into the back, but that wasn't her part of the job to worry about. As a thief you only care about how well you do your job. Nothing more, nothing less.
She looked around and smiled when she saw a little girl with her mother. The mother was scolding her daughter for having taken a lollipop from a nearby candy store without paying or telling her mother. It brought back fond memories of her own mother. She shook her head rapidly, she couldn't let herself become distracted on the job. She had much more than just a payday riding on this job. This heist was in a sense, her job application for a guild. She wanted in a guild, and not just any guild, the Fairy Tail Thieves Guild. They were hands down, the most skilled, best paid, and best looking guild around. In order to join any guild, let alone Fairy Tail, you needed to be invited. And in order to get invited, you needed to impress one of their members, which is much easier said than done.
It all started one week ago, by sheer luck above all else. Lucy stumbled across an ad for a dress company in an issue of Sorcerer Weekly saying that they were having a weekend sale, she knew that this was her chance at the big leagues. Ads are a common way for thieves to offer up jobs to outsiders, or for outsiders to hire their thieves indirectly and Sorcerer Weekly was rumored to be Fairy Tail's go to "job advertisement center". She realized this was her chance because she saw the text/item/whatever, that's called the indicator. It's usually a logo, or an emblem, or key word that makes it obvious that the total ad is bull, and to pay attention for any relevant information. The indicator for Lucy was the name of the owner of the store, a lady by the name of Aria Fitly. Aria Fitly, if you rearrange the letters around "conveniently" makes out the words Fairy Tail. Then there's a corresponding date, along with an address given, the time and place to meet for the details of the job. And last but not least, there's the specialty or "type of ad". There are so many different thieves in this world you need to clearly specify what type you need for jobs. If the ad is for a car dealership, it means someone is looking for a competent driver, a gun range someone who can hit a target fifty yards away, suits and or dresses usually implied that the job needed a man or woman, respectively of any specialty, and many, many more. So when the ad was for a sale at a dress company owned by one Aria Fitly, with an address that turned out to be the Crocus train station, at 10:30 in the morning, Lucy was confident she would get the job.
She nearly fainted when she realized that she was working with the Salamander of Fairy Tail. Salamander was renowned for his explosive and flashy heists, no bounty was on his head yet, but he was well on his way to one, and he was a very well-known A ranked thief of Fairy Tail. She was quickly brought up to speed about the heist and that is how she ended up sitting in the Hargeon café, anxiously looking at her watch. The time now? 12:13.
She let out a rather loud groan of frustration. She quickly covered her mouth, so as to stop any unwanted attention, the other half out of embarrassment. She looked up and mentally cursed when she realized, that she had indeed attracted attention, from two boys. One of them, the older of the two, looked to be about Lucy's age. He had onyx eyes, a well-toned, muscular body, and distinctive hair. And by distinctive, she meant pink. A light pink hair, that made Lucy wonder whether it was natural or not. He was dressed in a black hoodie, with the right sleeve missing, a white tank top, and black cargo pants. He also had what looked like a white, scaly scarf wrapped around his neck, despite the intense July heat. Their eyes briefly met, and he flashed her a wicked grin. His teeth were all bright white, but his canines were even sharper than his grin. His younger friend didn't fail to notice their exchange in eye contact, and covered his mouth as if trying to stop himself from laughing. His friend looked to be ten years younger than him, with a smile as wide and bright as his friend. He was also almost a full foot shorter than the pink haired stranger. He was also wearing a hoodie but this one was bright cyan blue with two points that almost resembled cat ears on the head. The kid also had distinct hair just like his partner, except his perfectly matched his jacket. He had a white metal backpack of some sorts on his back that looked to weigh more than his whole body. He leaned over and whispered something to his friend, snickering the entire time. His friend just looked at him with a confused look on his face. The pink haired teen must have decided that whatever his friend said wasn't important because all he did was turn again and look right at Lucy. He held her gaze, and for whatever reason, she could not break away. His onyx eyes captivated her, and she had lost all track of time as they stared into each other. He grinned again, before turning back to his friend and saying something Lucy couldn't quite make out, and pulling his hood up. Lucy exhaled, and didn't realize she had been holding her breath the entire time.
She looked down at her watch and almost let out a curse of frustration. Her watch read 12:16 and she quickly turned around to see an armored truck coming down the main road. Salamander was right behind it, walking down the street with a newspaper covering his face. Talk about a walking cliché. She dabbed her face, with her napkin wiping the sweat away and took another deep breath.
"Show time. I'll move to intercept as soon as he steps out" she said into her WAVE earpiece.
"Copy that. Moving into position. Remember I need five minutes, starting the second you make contact." replied Salamander, ditching the newspaper in a trashcan and hopping in the back of a white van parked outside the café.
The armored car came to a complete stop in front of the café. It was painted a cold grey color, and it stood out against the scenic background. A logo of a poppy flower with a bullseye painted into the middle was emblazoned along the side of the truck with the words P.A.P. couriers underneath it. The smell of exhaust filled the air, mixing in with the salty smell of the nearby ocean. The sound of an engine dying down meant that this was the point of no return. The driver, unlocked the door and stepped out. He was tall, yet overweight, with a handlebar moustache that desperately needed to be shaved, on his face. He was dressed in camo pants, a dark green button down shirt, with a Kevlar vest over his shirt and white helmet over his head. A look of absolute boredom on his face. The look of a man who's fallen into a routine. Lucy grinned to herself. Routines make you easy to predict, easy to predict, easy to rob. She grabbed her glass of water, and pushed away from her table. She was not about to fuck up her best and probably last chance of getting in Fairy Tail. She stood up and pretended to look down at her phone. She made her way along the tables until her path was about to intercept with the guard. Originally Lucy had planned to act as a jealous lover and throw the water into the creepy moustache of the driver, yet things often don't go as planned. The driver walked faster than she anticipated so instead of cutting him off, he pushed by her yet accidentally knocking the glass of water all over Lucy's dress. Her white, brand new sundress. She felt the blood rush to her cheeks, as she saw that not only was her new dress soaking wet, but now also see through for the entire world to see her generous cup size and rather daring undergarment. Moustache Face just stared at the accident he just caused, not even attempting to be subtle. She heard someone started to laugh, and saw that it was the boy in the blue hoodie, laughing until he was in tears at her predicament.
"Well he wanted the guard distracted, I guess this is one way to go about it" Lucy thought to herself, as her face flushed even redder as more and more people focused their attention on her.
Lucy clamped her arms around her chest, and dropped the glass, letting it shatter onto the floor. She saw Salamander take that as his cue. He turned the ignition on in the van and pulled alongside the truck until the van was obscured by the armored truck. She needed to occupy Moustache Face's attention, so she walked around to the other side of the guard, so his back was now facing the truck.
"What? You're not even going to apologize? This dress was brand new and you ruined it!" Lucy yelled at the man. Genuine rage and embarrassment really helped her deliver the accusation at him.
Moustache Face, just stared at her, a mix of confusion and embarrassment plastered on his face. Everyone in the café was now focused on Lucy and the guard, waiting to see what will happen next as if it was the finale of the Bachelor.
"Ma'am I'm terribl—"
"If you think that just saying sorry is going to cut it, you have another thing coming buddy!" she interrupted him. "And not only did you ruin my dress, you openly stared at my boobs! You pervert!"
Lucy was doing everything she could to not smirk, and start laughing at the man. Moustache Face was now sweating, from being yelled at. Every single person's eye was on them, and he knew he was screwed no matter what he said.
"Three minutes down. Two to go. Almost there" she thought to herself with glee.
"Miss I truly apologize, but I'm in a very big hurry. I wasn't supposed to stop on the job, and my boss will have my ass if I don't get moving soon, so please may you step aside? I can even compensate you for the dress, if you'd like."
He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, pulling out a fifty Jewel bill and offering it to Lucy. Lucy stared at it with contempt. What did he think she was? A cheap prostitute? But money was money, and it would take him about two minutes to get his food anyway. She already completed her part. Every second after this was extra time for Salamander.
"Fine, I hope your wife knows you come here to openly gawk at women" she said with as much annoyance as she could muster while gesturing to the ring on his finger.
She grudgingly took the money from his hand as he placed his wallet back in his pocket. She walked back over to her table and sat down. She watched as he turned to walk towards the counter, and she felt a small grin break out on her face. She did it. She helped pull off her first major heist! And on top of that, she was almost guaranteed to get into Fairy Tail!
"Mission accomplished" she thought to herself, resisting the urge to start dancing in celebration.
Lucy's thoughts were interrupted as Salamander's voice came over her earpiece "We have a problem. I can't get in the truck. I need more time."
Lucy felt her heart come to an abrupt stop at those words. She looked over her shoulder at Moustache Face who was about to give his order to the cashier.
"What do you mean you can't get in? I thought you said this would be easy!" she hissed under her breath, worried that now the entire job was at stake. She was too cute to end up in jail, especially on her first big job!
"Look I know what I said! Just—"
A burst of screeching static came in through the earpiece, making Lucy grimace, and reach her hand up to her ear. All off a sudden a new voice came over their comm.
"Hey guys, sorry to interrupt your little lovers quarrel. But do you mind if I take a crack at this? I'm all fired up watching blondie here pull off a rather impressive albeit hilarious distraction especially one on the fly, and I'd say you have about thirty seconds before that guard comes back to his truck and puts a bullet in the back of this moron's head for trying to burn his way through the side of an armored truck with a blowtorch. Dude, next time use a torch that uses acetylene, not butane. You can cut through Fort Knox with a torch that strong, if you don't burn your arm off that is. Blondie turn around and check this out".
Lucy whipped her head around so fast she almost gave herself whiplash. She saw the two guys from earlier. The one in the blue hoodie pulled his hood up now, grinned and waved at her, while the other guy, didn't even turn to face her. Lucy's heart was pounding at a mile a minute. Not only was their heist falling apart at the seams, this guy had made both of them, and on top of that he had somehow managed to hijack his way onto their communications line.
"You've got skills blondie, I got to give you credit. You can adapt when the plan goes off course. Now let's see how well you can fight, and adapt when your plan doesn't go off course, but blows up right in your face. On my signal stop the guard from reaching the truck." she heard the voice on her earpiece say. Since she could see the face of the boy in the blue and he wasn't saying a word, she assumed it was the one in the black hoodie.
Lucy's heart was pounding in her chest. This guy who had captivated her gaze just minutes ago, who had hijacked her heist, was now giving her compliments and instructions?
Before she could even reply, she saw a grin form on the older of the two's face. He put a fist in the air with his index finger and thumb extended. Lucy couldn't quite understand what he was trying to do. That is when she what was in his hand. It was a small remote control, with a bright red button on it.
Lucy wasn't even thinking when she called out loud "Hey, what are you about to—"
Her question was answered as he swung his arm down and pressing the button on the controller. All hell broke loose as he did that. The truck had exploded, well the space beneath the truck exploded. A small burst of flames and smoke erupted from underneath the side of the truck that was facing the cafe. The force of the explosion was thankfully only directed upwards, because the truck shot into the air and flipped so that the truck was now lying upside down, on the opposite side of Oceanview Street completely blocking one half of the road. The trucks windows had shattered and the undercarriage was ablaze. The force of the explosion had caused Salamander's white van that he pulled alongside the truck, to tip and fall on its right hand side fully blocking the other half of the roads. Cars that were driving down the street swerved to try and avoid the capsized cars. Yet this only caused more destruction as one after another cars crashed into each other, gridlocking the entire street going both directions. Alarms blared from cars all around, as people got out of their cars to run away, in fear of another explosion, or another flying armored truck. Lucy could only just stare, her mouth hanging open. She just saw an armored car fly and flip through the air, and with minimal damage done to the surrounding area. The required amount of force needed to launch the twenty seven ton truck was astronomical, yet this guy had done it in such a way that the truck may as well have been paper. Lucy quickly regained her senses of the situation, and ducked down underneath the table as small shards of asphalt rained down on the café, pulling her hat down over her head to shield herself. She saw the two boys jump from their table and began to run towards the flipped truck, as people quickly ran out and away from the cafe.
"That's my signal blondie!" the one in the black hoodie called back as he vaulted a crashed car with a single hand, before continuing towards the truck.
Lucy shook her head in bewilderment at what she just saw, before she remembered that he wanted her to deal with the guard.
"Just what the hell do you expect me to—"
She stopped herself as she saw Moustache Face beginning to run towards the truck.
"Oh screw it, you owe me!" she called back as she took off her creamy white heels and began to run to deal with Moustache Face.
Lucy ran as fast as she could, her hat falling off of her head in the process and she did her best imitation of a football linebacker, leading with her shoulder, she tackled Moustache Face. Moustache Face, not expecting to be blindsided by anyone, let alone by the woman that yelled at him not two minutes ago, lost his footing and was sent crashing into a recently vacated table. The table snapped under the sudden, addition of extreme weight. Dark brown wood splinters flew in several directions, as Moustache Face was laying on the ground, and propped up alongside a small fence surrounding the café. Lucy nearly lost her footing in her rather ungraceful assault on Moustache Face, but grimaced when she heard the sound of fabric ripping. She looked down and saw that there was a hole the size of a baseball in the side of her dress and let out of a groan of frustration. She looked over at Moustache Face, angry that he had twice ruined her dress and strode over to where he was crouched. Lucy reached down to her right hip, where a worn leather pouch was resting, and unfortunately, greatly conflicting with her all white outfit at the same time. She quickly unclipped the pouch, and pulled out a golden key. It was approximately six inches long, by one inch wide, but deceptively heavy for its size. She pressed her right thumb down hard on the bow of the key, as the guard stood to his feet clutching his head. Apparently, the helmet he was wearing was just for show.
Moustache Face finally stood to his feet and looked at her, pain and rage etched onto his face. There were wood splinters and a small trickle of blood, coloring his moustache, making it more laughable than scary now. His shirt was slightly torn from crashing into the table, and he was panting from the crash as well.
"Look, you psycho, I don't wanna hit a lady but I will if I have to" he warned her, holding out his hand in front of her, as if she were a dog he was telling to stay.
Lucy rolled her eyes at the rather pathetic threat by Moustache Face. She decided that using one of her keys would be overkill so she unclipped the pouch and slipped the key back inside. Satisfied that her key was secure, she turned to face Moustache Face. With rather impressive speed her left hand shot out and gripped the outstretched hand of the man, before twisting it to the side in a vicious wrist lock. Moustache Face was momentarily stunned by not only the speed of her reflexes, but the surprising amount of strength she held in just one arm before dropping to his knees in pain. Moustache Face could only look at her, before she twisted his arm behind his back while moving to stand behind him at the same time. Using her right hand, she grabbed the side of his head, and looked at the iron fence surrounding the café with an evil grin on her face.
"Just so you know, this dress was my favorite. And you need to shave." Lucy said into his ear, before she pulled his head back and slammed it into the fence. She let go as she heard the resounding gong of helmet on metal, and knew that Moustache Face conscious or not, his head was definitely ringing. Moustache Face fell face first onto the ground, unconscious.
Her new role in the heist complete, Lucy took a few deep breaths before putting her hand up to the side of her face, shielding it from the camera as she ran over to pick up her sunhat and heels. After acquiring the missing parts of her wardrobe, she ran to the overturned truck, weaving in and out of abandoned cars along the way.
The armored truck looked like a semi crushed tin can. The roof, now the part touching the road, was caved in and parts were bent at awkward angles. There was a small fire alongside the undercarriage from where the bomb had gone off. The truck itself was in a small crater of sorts, the twenty seven ton truck cracking and breaking the street upon impact. Lucy didn't see any sign of Salamander or the two boys. No sign at least until she walked around to the opposite side of the truck. If the truck itself looked like a semi crushed can, now it looked like a semi crushed can, with a giant hole in the side of it. The side of the truck was melted away, almost as if it had been eaten away by some kind of acid. Lucy just stared in shock at what she saw in front of her. Salamander was lying face down and not moving at all, while the two boys just walked around through the truck, observing the wrecked and now upside down interior. What shocked Lucy even more, was that the truck was empty. No bags of money, no safety deposit boxes, no jewels, not even a note laughing at their misfortune.
"What the hell happened here?" asked Lucy, stepping over Salamander's unconscious body and into the remains of the truck.
The boy in the blue hood turned and stared at her. His face blank and expressionless. He turned back to his partner and said "She's not very smart Nathan. Especially if she didn't see the truck fly through the air."
Lucy felt a vein pulse in her head as she glared at the boy. "Watch it Cat boy, otherwise you'll end up like Moustache Face. And just so you know, I was asking about this guy!" she said pointing down at Salamander's unconscious body. "And why are you two robbing an empty armored truck!?" she yelled before either could answer.
"Nathan" turned to look at her. "He must've been inside of the truck when it went airborne. How he got inside, I have no idea. Serves that bastard right though! This jerk decided it would be a good idea to try and steal my heist! So not cool man!" Nathan said to Lucy, borderline whining while giving a small kick to Salamander's body. "And as to why rob an empty armored truck? Well 1. We didn't know it was empty and 2. We were looking for information on somebody. But this lead turned out to be a bust." he finished.
Lucy just stared at the man in shock. Not only had he just sent a twenty ton truck hurtling through the air and having it crash down in one of the busiest and most well-known streets in Hargeon, with no innocent people hurt, he had used a completely random variable like Salamander's van to help gridlock the street. And on top of THAT, he had bested the Salamander of Fairy Tail, and he did all of that at the same time! And that was when Lucy noticed a tattoo on his right shoulder. It was bright red, and she was amazed she didn't recognize it at first. It was a distinct tattoo of something. It wasn't a bird, but it was clearly something with a tail. That was when realization hit Lucy like a twenty ton flying armored truck. The masterly set and controlled explosion, the tattoo, the scaly scarf, this man, this boy Lucy's age was the real Salamander! Lucy just stood there, frozen in shock and amazement.
Salamander or "Nathan" as his friend referred to him, realized that she had stopped talking. And just stopped all together. He waved his hand in front of Lucy's face. "Uh Happy, did you break her? She's just staring off into space." he asked turning to his friend.
Happy stood next to him and put his hand under his chin, pausing in thought before turning to face his partner. "Like I said earlier, I think she might be stupid" he said cheekily, covering his mouth as he started to laugh.
"Nah, I think you broke her." Salamander replied. "People don't freeze unless you broke them. Duh".
Happy stared back at his friend with a look of pure shock on his face. "I didn't break her! You were the last one to speak to her! This is your fault, not mine!" he yelled.
"My fault!? Don't go putting the blame on me. The only things I broke here were the truck, and the street, and a few cars, and this guy" "Nathan" replied, pointing towards the fake Salamander "…Ok so I broke a lot of things! But I did not break her!" he yelled at Happy.
Lucy shook her head, regaining her thoughts. "Would you two stop yelling in my ears!" she yelled at the two of them, before smacking them both on top of their heads.
"OUCH!" they both whined. "We're standing right next to you, no need to yell or hit us meanie" they mumbled in perfect unison.
Before Lucy could even respond, the sound of approaching sirens reached their ears. She stepped out of the truck and saw at least five patrol cars, followed by a SWAT transport, barreling down Oceanview. They would arrive at Salamander's gridlock in roughly ninety seconds. She turned to see that Salamander and Happy had come to the same conclusion as well. Yet they didn't seem worried, at the small army of cops coming to arrest them.
"What are we going to do now!?" Lucy asked the two, slowly letting the panic slip into her voice. "I hope you two have a plan to get us out of here!" she finished yelling.
They both turned to look at each other, not saying a word as they gave each other a nod. Then all of a sudden they both started to panic. "AH WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO!?" they both cried out, running around in a circle.
Lucy deadpanned at the actions of these two. One moment they were high end thieves, the next panicking babies. Lucy looked out over the sea of crashed and abandoned cars, until she saw one intact and parked on the opposite side of the approaching cop cars. It was a 2011 Cadillac CTS-V Sport Wagon, and given how everything else that day had literally blown up in her face, this was the first thing that had gone her way.
"Over there!" she yelled out, pointing towards their new getaway ride. She took off her heels again, and began weaving in and out between cars. Salamander and Happy quickly following suit. Lucy turned back as she squeezed between two cars, to see if they were following. What she saw was the two of them vaulting, flipping, and sliding over the hoods, and roofs of cars, as if they were on a jungle gym! Even Happy with a backpack that looked like it was made of solid metal didn't slow him down at all as he ran across the roofs of cars that had all crashed bumper to bumper, like some messed up conga line. Not to be outdone, she quickly squeezed through the last set of cars, and grimaced as she heard her dress tear even more. While silently mourning the continued destruction of her favorite dress, she reached down to the pouch on her side and pulled out a golden key. This one was different compared to the last one, with a blue urn decorating the bow of the key.
As she neared the car and without breaking stride, she pressed hard down on the bow of the key and yelled "Open, Gate of the Water Bearer! Aquarius!". She felt a small electric shock burn her fingers, as she gripped the key in her hand. As she reached the car, she slammed her open palm on the side of the car, with the Aquarius key touching. As the key made contact with the car, the five hundred fifty horsepower engine sprung to life, as both headlights blinked on, welcomingly. Lucy threw open the door and hopped into the seat behind the wheel.
Lucy rolled down the driver side window and yelled at the two boys to get in. Happy didn't need to be told twice as he threw open the back driver side door and threw his body into the back seat, his hood falling off in the process. Salamander slid across the hood of the car but froze as he grabbed the handle to the door. His face was twisted with a grimace of pain. And his cheeks had turned a slight green color.
"What are you doing? Get in! The cops are almost here!" Lucy yelled in desperation, her hands turning white as she death gripped the wheel.
The police had arrived at the gridlock and were exiting their cars. Some were drawing their guns, waiting and ready to charge as the SWAT team disembarked from their vehicle.
"You know, I think I'd rather get arrested. You two go on without me" Salamander croaked out, his face turning a shade of lime green.
Lucy deadpanned at his result. This man who had just blown up and robbed an armored truck, and caused Mavis knows how much money worth in property damage was hesitant to get inside a car, especially when the police had started to navigate the obstacle course of totaled cars that was Oceanview Street, and making fast progress at that.
Without giving him time to protest or asking for permission, she rolled down the passenger side window, reached over, and grabbed him by the scarf. With a great heave of effort, she yanked him through the open window. Salamander's body was now mostly in the car, with the exception of his calves and feet, which was good enough for Lucy yet his head was now resting in her lap, dangerously close to her groin. She felt her face flare with a blush, but before she could do anything she heard a gunshot ring out through the air. She decided that the incredibly attractive pink haired individual, whose face was in a rather dangerous area was the least of her worries at the moment. She threw the car into reverse, and slammed her foot down on the accelerator. The tires screeched at the sudden acceleration, but still complied and shot backwards. Lucy, Salamander and Happy all thrown slightly forward by the sudden increase in speed. Lucy threw her back, back into the seat and swung the wheel hard to the left and held on, alternating her feet between the gas pedal and the brakes. The car spun around, before coming to a stop so that its back was now facing the army of approaching police officers. Happy wasn't wearing his seatbelt so his tiny body was thrown around in the backseat by Lucy's maneuver. She quickly put her foot down on the clutch and switched back into first gear, before flooring the gas pedal and watching through the rearview mirror as the squadron of SWAT and police officers stopped running as they successfully made their escape.