Liza sped the car through the city streets with her siren blaring. Some cars diving out of the way while others came to a screaming halt, directly in the middle of the street. "Get out of the way you morons!" The escort's voice loudly growled.
As they reached closer to the edge of the city she swerved hard to miss someone running across the street. The front tire caught a deep pothole, sending the vehicle's left side into air from the momentum, shattering the windows causing Matt and Mello to scream in terror. The car landed hard on the side and rolled onto its roof, bending the frame enough to make escaping difficult.
Liza struggled to look around the survey the situation, but found moving was becoming increasingly difficult. Before long, she'd realized she couldn't hear anything but a high pitched squealing, suddenly everything went black.
Johnathan raced in the direction of the city. "Look, I'm sorry… But, my family… I can't leave them. I know you're my top priority… But if I don't get my wife and kid… I won't have any priorities left."
Light anxiously watched out the window while holding Near's hand and whispering, "It's going to be okay. We'll be okay. We're going to get his family and we're going to get to safety."
Near wrapped his other smaller hand around Light's hand as silent tears streamed down his cheeks, his robot tucked in his arm tightly, while nodding his head hastily, his legs tucked closely to his chest.
The car whipped into the yard of a small house nearing the outskirts of town. It looked to be a quaint home at one point. White picket fence, a dog house nearing a large oak tree, a playhouse with discarded dolls around it. Johnathan dove from the vehicle, leaving the door wide open and the engine running. "Bianca?! Alex?! Where are you?!"
Light surveyed the yard and the exterior of the house. He raised an eyebrow and started to untangle his hand from Near's once he started noticing details that are out of order. "I'm going to shut the door… Okay?" His eyes stayed fixated on the doghouse. The chain laid abandoned on the ground. A large red stain that seemed to go outward from the opening of the pet dwelling. Climbing over the seats an eerie silence fell over the area. Sitting himself in the driver's seat, he reached out and grasped the handle tightly.
A low growl came from below the car as an a jet black canine mouth lunged upwards, yelping in fright Light pulled the door shut. Grasping his forearm where a couple of teeth have sunk in and tore outwards, shredding his skin slightly. He hissed slightly in pain while shutting his eyes tightly.
Near shrieked in horror when Johnathan came running out of the house soaked in blood. "Go! Get out of here! Get to Twin Towers Maximum Security Facility! Leave! Get out of her –" His shouting had been interrupted by a woman from the interior of the home, who tackled to him to the ground, snarling with large bloody gashes in her flesh across her face, her mouth dripping with more crimson liquid. She violently slashed Johnathan's neck open.
Light took a deep breath and widened his eyes in terror as he locked eyes with scarlet irises and she made a feral scream and started darting towards the vehicle.
"Light! Go! What are you waiting for?!" A frantic cry was heard from the backseat.
'Why is everything moving so slow? Is this true adrenaline?' Light's eyes fell to his arm as he subconsciously grasped the gear shift and slid it into reverse. Time seemed to have caught up with him, in an instant, as he slammed on the gas peddle, peeling the car out and into the street.
"Did we hit something?! What was that bump?!" Near's voice reflected the fearful panic in his charcoal eyes.
Light stared coldly at the wildly snapping canine laying wounded on the ground where the vehicle had previously been parked. The woman's direction changed from the car to the dog laying in the yard. Light's voice was low in a growling tone. "Piece of shit animal…"
The car's engine roared as he slid the vehicle in drive and tore out of the residential area. "Near. When you were staring at the map of L.A on the plane. Do you ever remember a place called Twin Towers?" He glanced his eyes back to the panicking boy. Gritting his teeth at both the stinging in his arm and the child's panic he snapped out. "Near! Focus! Suspect's last known location was a maximum security facility in the area."
Near snapped a terrified stare at Light before visibly calming and regaining a cold and calculated stare, repeating what Light said. "Suspect was last seen at Twin Towers maximum security containment…" He watched the surroundings of the vehicle, reading street signs as they passed. "Take a left here, follow the road until it leaves town…"
"There! There it is!" Amelia shouted in both fear and excitement. 'They have no choice but to let me finish what I started now… I'm their only hope.'
L nodded as the car sped up, narrowing in on the destination. "Indeed. Do you know of the integrity of the facility and its staff?"
Amelia shook her head as Quillish cleared his throat. "If protocols were followed, I would imagine the prisoners are still locked up in their cells and guards are posted. They'll see us coming. Prison guards are trained in a state of emergency to deter any possible security threats. They won't let us in."
As the vehicle approached the facility the gate started to open slowly. L brought his thumb up to his bottom lip as his eyes narrowed in contemplation of the events. "Or they will."
As the vehicle slowly entered into the first set of gates, the large iron doors closed behind them. Quillish eyed the guard tower. "They shouldn't have let us in. Why did they do that?" Movement was spotted in the tower. Bright orange lights began to flash as a crude intermittent siren sounded. "They're letting us into the antechamber?"
L watched the second set of thick steel doors open. "No. They're letting someone out…" His stormy eyes widened when he saw a crew of orange suits assisting a large white bus that was covered in barbed wire, large sheets of metal covering most of the windows and finally a thick plow, welded to the front. Another man in an orange suit rolled a motorcycle out next to the bus and hopped onto it, securing his helmet.
A deep sigh was heard from the motorcyclist from behind his helmet. "What the fuck is that?" A nearing prisoner shrugged his shoulders which caused another heavy sigh. "See to it they aren't infected, put them in quarantine until I return with more supplies. Make sure everyone has their masks on and give them masks. I can't risk another infection release behind these walls. We lost enough to some random bitch on the street, nonetheless an unknown amount of people in a car."
Quillish watched the bus and motorcycle drive past them. "I think we missed our window of opportunity to speak with the current leader. And, unfortunately, it looks like this facility is under prisoner regime."
A heavier set man in orange waved the car forward. Quillish obliged and rolled the vehicle forward, rolling his window down. The prisoner leaned down to look into the car. "Uh. This hasn't happened before… So I'm not real sure what to ask. He just told me to make sure you guys aren't infected… I haven't been outside these walls. So, I don't know what that means… Exactly." Large hands rested on the window's opening, each finger and hand covered in tattoos. "But, I can offer at least temporary shelter until our boss comes back, he said to put you in quarantine and give you these." He reached into his pocket and handed them a small bundle of teal surgical masks.
Quillish nodded and handed two masks towards the backseat. All of the vehicles occupants placed the masks on. The larger prisoner smiled and nodded, walking ahead of the car. Waving for them to follow him. The prisoner from the guard tower shouted. "Check the car over, check for supplies or anything else we can use!"
Quillish nodded to L and Amelia. "For now, we have to play by their rules. This facility is able to house upwards towards 300 prisoners. I'd say we're sorely outnumbered if they're all still present."
Amelia sighed while fiddling with her mask. "At least they're taking precautions."
L glanced at Quillish and the doctor before following behind the prisoner while shoving his hands in his pockets. "Let's just pray Beyond is still locked up. Let's hope these prisoners had the sense to keep the dangerous ones secured."
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