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Chapter 3: (Torchwick) High-Speed chase

"People will do the right thing because they can!"

-Unknown

Two weeks later, Roads near the Vale-Atlas border.

Mission Debriefing:

Since Torchwick had started to steal more and more Dust from various shops, a immediate search and capture order had been issued to all VPD sections of the region. Few hours ago, some of the officers garrisoning the first block for the Vale-Atlas border road had identified the notorious red-headed criminal driving a truck, directed towards Atlas Kingdom.

Objectives:

1. Intercept and Arrest Roman Torchwick;

2. Capture the truck filled with stolen goods;

3. Avoid trespassing the border at all costs!

In those two weeks the VPD had received the support of the Valean Council to capture the dangerous Crime Boss Roman Torchwick. The search had took two, almost three weeks until we finally had him found.

Torchwick was a greedy but smart man and he knew that staying in Vale for now would make his affairs go south. Now he's trying to reach Atlas, attempting to lay low until the situation in Vale is clear for him.

It was the perfect plan. Or it would have been so, if I wasn't just few metres behind, my car going at its maximum speed.

The chase was not going to be simple. Torchwick had his thugs guarding his vehicle in other cars and trucks, all fully armed and ready to kill.

The main concern still remained the limited time. The border was close and the gang might be too much of a distraction.

Closing in to the first two unsuspecting cars, I take two precise shoots.

Both hits their target, one disabling one of the drivers, the other bursting one of the tires of the other car.

It's going to be one of those day, isn't it?

3rd Person POV - Torchwick's Truck

Roman Torchwick was an ambitious crime boss and he was proud of it.

For years he had dodged the various raid made from the cops and had gained both fame and mountains of Liens in doing so. He prospected a good future for himself by doing those small heists. Sadly, a certain flame bitch had decided to burst his bubble. He knew that Neo would have had problems against her and the ice cream-theme girl was one of the strongest member of his gang.

He had been then forced to make more heists and focus on the dust than on the liens. And while he enjoyed the growth of his popularity, he was annoyed by the sudden interest the VPD had started to show towards him. And if the damage was not enough, the same fire woman had decided to 'lend' him some of those White Fangs cannon fodders.

Yes, he was not a racist or stuff having also recruited some Fauni in his own gang, but one thing is having thugs dependant to you by loyalty and money and another is those members of another group that are doing their job begrudgingly.

Oh my, how he missed the old days..

An explosion from the rear guard catched his attention. He looked from the rearview mirror and saw a quite familiar sight. While the new 'Pursuit Force' was something that had started to meddle quite continously in his affairs, he was intrigued by the concept of the team.

Vale was not Atlas and yet they had the skill to create an active response group of specialists in just few months.

And, seeing the kid from few weeks ago dealing with his 'guards', smirked at his only passenger.

"Well, seems like we will have some company soon. Aren't you thrilled, Neo?"

The girl didn't reply, merely staring at rearview mirror on her side, a weird smile on her face.

Maybe she will have finally a challenge after so long. A silent giggle left her mouth.

Eric's POV

Four down. Torchwick's the only one left.

The time was finishing, the border now in clear sight. Gritting my teeth, I push the car to a faster pace, knowing that I need to catch up to him fast.

Maybe I should try a different approach...

Getting close to the truck, I open the door of the car and... jump on the truck's roof.

Thank god I took those parkour lesson back home...

Immediately I notice I'm not the only one here. A girl-no woman was staring at me with her umbrella aimed at me. She was interestingly short yet her stance and visage were those of an adult woman. Her hair and eyes were a familiar combination of color that I feel like I saw before, somewhere...

Oh. She themed after the.. Neapolitan ice cream. I am genuinely curious at why so but decided to keep my question for later, after a thorough interrogation with Torchwick.

Since the space of fighting was quite limited, I opted for a close-quarter approach, taking out my police baton.

I attack her quickly, aiming an hit on her head. Or would I have if I didn't felt something... change.

Immediately I switched to a defensive stance and, surprisingly, block a strike from her.

She too seemed surprised at my quick stance-switch. Then the ominous smile she had earlier to her face, this time a playful glint coming from her eyes.

God, why do you pit me against a sadist?!

I was immediately put on the defensive once more, unable to find any opening on her. Any attempts at giving damage was halted by the need of defending from an unseen strike that would turn out to be truly happening.

I need to plan something or I am as well beaten.. Wait! I think I got something.

As the exchange continued I started to count the time of the strikes and then...

My baton parry her umbrella, creating an opening for a serious hit. I push myself forward and hit her with as much strength as my body could give.

My quick thinking is rewarded by the pain-filled look of the woman. She clutch her stomach and started to take some steps back. I moved forward to arrest her and then focus on Torchwick.

Dust started to fly around us and I saw a unclassified Bullhead flying close to us.

As the door of the vehicle opened, I was forced to back away to dodge the 'flames' coming from the flying transport.

The woman jumped inside, followed by my red-haired target. The doors closed and the Bullhead flought away.

Since I knew I could have done little with my current equipment, I focused onto my other objectives.

I jump inside the truck and start to slow down the transport. The border is too close.

I force the truck to an immediate stop, making it tilt too much and crash into the road.

Before fainting, I was able to call reiforcement with medics and then everything went black.

The day after the mission

Thankfully, I did survive the ordeal but not without some scars in my chest.

That short woman was mean in her attacks.

As I regained consciousness I had reported to Commander Quartz about the details and curiousities of the operation. The boss had then informed me that Atlas had deployed a reinforced garrison at the border that had not intercepted nor seen any suspect Bullhead. This only meant that Torchwick had not left Vale and that he was still hiding in the kingdom.

I had then been forced to stay on this horrible place that people calls 'Hospital' for a whole week. And that's why I sworn to myself I would never get 'too much' damaged doing missions.

The worst thing is that then I will have to come up with an excuse in explaining to Blake why I didn't come to the Book Shop for so long. After getting to know each other, she seemed to have developed a quite curious attitude towards me and my mysterious job.

I didn't felt it necessary to talk about it and I was still suspicious around the duo, something was not being said...

In a secret place, same time

Neo was NOT an happy girl.

It had been just one day after the fight and she had been told to stay in her room for a week.

A WHOLE WEEK. She attempted to reduce this but the Roman's medic had been clear to her.

The blow she had received had fractured several ribs and that she had been lucky that her Aura had been fully charged and had took most of the hit's power.

Another thing that had soured her day was that she was to not eat Ice cream for three, four days.

When the medic had said that she had tried to stab the bastard on the head but was stopped by Roman.

Yet she didn't felt angry at her aggressor. She just felt... different towards the young officer.

Something about that determined look on his face and his Aura.

Oh, his Aura...

While the teen had been unaware of it, she had just glimpsed at it and her mouth watered at so much power.

She giggled silently at herself. Right now she was laying on her bed, looking at one of the photos she had been able to get of him.

He was going to be her toy. He was going to be HERS.

AN

New chapters is out and we have a glimpse to what this fic is going to be made of.

Sadly, Neo is not one of the secret girls for the pairing. She is going to go Yandere on our protagonist, still have not decided how much. Maybe I should let you people decide.

Full Yandere Neo or a Subdued Yandere Neo?