The polar careened around the corner, closely followed by a vespid, the muscle car was painted a red tint. The polar was a heavily customized, with the paint job being split between black and white, the wheels were heavily uplifted. The polar broke into traffic from the alley and the vespid did the same, tires squealing. The polar dodged through the traffic, honks and yells filled the air. Then, quite literally, the ground exploded, sending cars and people from the blast. The polar swerved to avoid the hole, which was now spewing steam from the hole, the SUV lost control and slid into a parked car. Sparks flew as the two vehicles collided. The driver and passenger, two black males, got out the vehicle and took off, the vespid still driving after them. The vespid hit the passenger, body going limb and tumbling over the car. The driver looked back to yell something and tripped. The vespid stopped and a man stepped out, he was wearing a grey hoddie, a small backpack and jeans. The man pulled out a gun, an 1911 with a shining silencer on the barrel and walked towards the driver. The man tried to back away on his hands and knees and pressed his back between the wall of a brick building. "What do you want man?!" the driver said as the man pointed the gun at the driver. "Nothing personal, just money." Said the man as he pulled the trigger and the driver slumped against the brick wall. A bullet wound in his forehead.
Name: Erin Rigson
Occupation: Fixer
Income: $30,400
Wanted by dedsec