Right... This is a thing apparently...
Yeah, I'm starting to think my boss-man is up to something big...
Then again, my hand is a bit forced currently. So I have no choice but to follow... for now.
Apparently the attack on the store yesterday, and my feverish intend on protecting it, was good enough that the boss-man wanted to source me to a gang that is on friendly terms with him.
So, I obviously agreed. I had no choice, I need money, a home, overall that sort of shit...
I plan on searching for alternative routes for my goal today, possibly get a new name and shit. I don't want to be associated with the boss-man's wild ride.
Hell, it's written on his face, as soon as I'm useless to him, I'd have my head sliced off.
So I have 5 days to prepare, get the fuck out of dodge or endure the shitstorm that would be his gang and the gangs he's on good terms with. Not to mention that this would certainly get the authorities attention.
...
But that's life now, isn't it? A big gunning for life...
Waking up in a daze, Thomas check his watch, "7:30? Damn... I should start moving..." he mumbles out.
He then gets up and does some stretches, hearing some satisfying pops on his joints that brings a satisfied smile to his face.
"Ahhh", He sigh, the sits up straight, "Right then. Plan of action?" Thomas says to himself, seemingly in thought...
After about half a minute, he remembers something, "Oh yeah, I could visit that place where the thugs came from!" He states, remembering the attack on the store and reading out the stupid property mark.
"I'll be honest, I didn't expect there.to be such a thing though," He states his thoughts out, before shrugging, "Whatever. I need to get to the place, 'cause an enemy of my enemy is my friend... n' shit."
He takes out some of that highly flammable red crystal and some tire rubber and places them in the firebox of the boiler, then lights the crystal and quickly closes the firebox. He began whistling and waiting for the boiler...
After some time passed, he finally decides that the boiler was warm enough in order to move the car. He pressed forward and the vehicle lurched forward again, this time without a bang.
He drives to the gate and decided to ram it, damaging the car's anti-collision bars.
And with a snap, the lock came off and the gates swung open and the car flew forward-.
*BANG*
-Only for the engine to stall for a moment and damage itself... again.
"God damn it." Thomas muttered, "Fuck you too, asshole." as he continued driving.
He makes a turn on the road and begins driving towards the coast, but his thoughts were interrupted by the old phone ringing.
Thomas picks up the phone with a "Hello?", knowing that it's likely his boss.
"Hey, Homeless! Guess what?" He heard the familiar voice, "I've got another job for you!"
Thomas raises an eyebrow, "Oh? What does it entail?" He enquires.
"Guess what? You'll be a temporary courier! You just need to pick up a package and deliver it." John states, obvious amusement present in his voice. "Pick up the package at Colourblind."
"Colourblind?" Thomas asks, to which John answered the question, "Club name. It's stupid. I know."
Thomas nods and says, "Right. Will call you back once I get there." "I know you will... Homeless." John says, intentionally leaving a pause, before stopping the call.
Thomas puts away the phone, still driving. "Guess I'm heading to a club?" He says to himself, then taking out his PDA and checking the map feature...
Escape, Goat.
... After driving for well over 20 minutes, Thomas arrives at his destination. He looks around, but can't find anything.
So, he decided to do the logical solution and call John.
"Hello?" John answers.
"Hey boss. I'm here. Which one-?" Thomas was about to ask, but get cut off by John, "The one with a sign in the alley. But good to know you are basically there. Let me phone them up." as he hangs up the phone.
Thomas scowls, "Great. It might happen sooner than I thought." he mutters. He also spots the sign that John was talking about and parks the car in the alley.
He gets out of the car and spots a man standing next to a metal door. The man walks up to Thomas, a hand raised as he said, "You's the courier Johnny decided t send, ey?" a weird accent present.
Thomas shakes the man's hand, "Yes. I'm here to pick up and deliver a package." He states.
The man grins, "Well, you's at the correct spot. We's got the pack right 'ere." He says, as he pulls out a duffelbag from nowhere.
Thomas picks it up and inspects it, "Quite heavy, isn't it?" He inquires, "How much weight?"
"Enough to fuel a cruiser." The man answers, "You's better get going. This has to be delivered to Vale's graveyard."
"Graveyard?" Thomas asks in confusion. "Well, we like to mourn properly, moron." The man tells him with a frown.
Thomas shakes his head, "Whatever." Then looks back at the man, "I'll see to it being delivered."
The man nods and walks back to the door, before entering said alley door.
Thomas meanwhile walks back to the car and places the package next to him.
Then he drives forward and away, his heading being the graveyard.
"This is incredibly fishy, not gonna lie." Thomas states with a frown, before shrugging.
He picks out his PDA whilst driving... "I know I shouldn't do this, but I can not tolerate the silence any more." He says, quickly typing in the key words "Convert to Radio".
He kept his eyes on the road, as the PDA began loading results. "Now... What else?" He asks himself, "Well, I should do maintanence on the car soon. Damages itself, for fuck sake."
"A home is probably something I should worry about. A home, food and money." He says to himself, "But what of other items? Hell, I'm positive that my car is the only one of it's kind in this damn city!"
Thomas stops ranting, as he realized that the PDA has been done for a while now.
He picks it up and checks the results:
[Ultimate Conversion Kit] (PDA ADDON) -
"A helping hand"... No, reallly. It helps you with converting machines.
- NEEDS TO BE CREATED PHYSICALLY AND ATTACHED TO THE PDA. -
Requires:
[Super Scanner] (PDA ADDON) - installed.
"Super scanner?" Thomas asks, "This thing has a scanner?"
He shrugs and places the PDA onto the dashboard, taking out his phone and placing it on there as well.
"Really hard to focus on driving AND doing this." Thomas says with annoyance, picking up the PDA and began typing with one hand.
The PDA confirmed his selection and he saw a blue outline on the phone for just a moment, but disappearing as quickly as it came.
Thomas didn't pay attention, as he was still focused on driving. Guessing the PDA has done it's job, he checked it again and sees a list of parts that make up the phone.
What caught his eye instantly was E.M.P. After a moment, his brain began thinking...
Whilst he was thinking, he managed to arrive at the so-called graveyard.
It was what it said on the tin. A graveyard for select few...
He parked the car inside, deciding to keep the firebox lit as well, just in case.
He walks a few feet, before abrutly getting a phone call.
He ran back to his truck and answers the phone, "Yes?"
"Y'know, homeless... I've been thinking." He hears John's voice answer, "I've been thinking lo~ong and hard, homeless."
Thomas raises an eyebrow, "About... what?" He asks, dreading to think what John has in store.
"You've been causing a lot of trouble to me, lately." He starts, "Getting yourself into the public eye, causing trouble and mischief-."
"The hell you on about?" Thomas interrupts, frustration in his voice. But it didn't bother John at all.
"Getting on news, causing panic..." John finishes, slight amusement could be heard, "Let me clue you in on a little secret."
"Originally I was planning on throwing you to the side, but I realized what kind of dealer you are, Tom." John speaks with a more serious tone, "You're the one who never backs down. A royal pain. A massive thorn."
Thomas's eyes widen when he realizes what is happening, so he quickly ran inside the car and turned around, deciding to drive away.
"No use in doing that now, Tom. I tipped off to the folks at the station. You're on the radar now..." John pauses, as his voice changed to one of smuggness, "Good luck, homeless. All of Vale isn't safe for you now."
The call ended, and knowing what was gonna happen next, Thomas threw the phone out the window. And as it was flying out, he saw the phone fry itself.
Soon after, he spots a few police cars driving up to him and chasing his vehicle.
One of the cops began shooting his vehicle, which made Thomas flinch.
But then, he heard the unmistakeable sound of a flying engine. He adjust the broken driver-side mirror and sees an aircraft tailing him. He spots folks with weird clothing in said aircraft.
His eyes widen, when he sees a grenade being launched towards him. He suddenly swerves out of the way, making the grenade miss.
"Oh, this is a shit day..." Thomas merely says, as he hears the demands of wanting to be pulled over.
"Full power!"
Thomas yells with delight, the car gaining a new burst of speed.
The cops are still capable of following after him though, so he thought of the only other solution.
He places his shotgun on the door and began firing at the car to his left, using the door as a means to keep the gun steady.
He manages to wound the passanger on the car, prompting the driver to take out a pistol and began firing back at Thomas.
Thomas then decides that the best course of action is to put away the shotgun and get close to the opposing car.
Once close enough, he jabs his arm out, which actually reaches the passenger and he grabs them by the clothing.
He then pulls and wrenches the poor person out from their seat, through the window, "You'll do as a nice distraction!" Thomas yells.
The cop was frantically trying to get Tom to let go with little success. He was suddenly pulled out of the window, being held up by the neck. Tom in turn placed a foot on the steering wheel an used the other arm to quickly steal the pistol and ammo from the man. "Thank you, kind sir." Tom states sarcastically, before letting the guy go.
The body falls onto the road, spinning out and becoming bloodied. Being hit and ran over by the cop cars.
Bullets are shot into his car, slowly damaging the vehicle. But not enough to severely damage it yet.
He looks at the package that is meant as a police trap for him, thinks for a moment, before uttering "Screw it" and opening it up. Inside it revealed loads of bags, "No kidding. Enough to power an apartment complex full of addicts just for a day." He comments.
Thomas then throws a pack into the fire box, watching it burn hotter than the rubber tire pieces he used. Providing more heat, thus more pressure... At the cost of becoming more explosive than before.
The pistons glow faintly and the firebox leaks flames and dangerous fumes, yet it gives more power to drive forward. Finally out driving the cops in speed, albeit letting out sparks from the engine.
Suddenly, an explosion happened at the front, destroying a small part of the highway. Thomas' eyes widen, swerving past the hole and exclaims, "Who the fuck bombs their own important infrastructure-?!" But he was cut off by a thump on the roof.
He quickly adjusts the mirror and spots another person on the roof, a female that is weirdly dressed. Assuming that it is what the locals call a "huntsman" or in this case, a "huntress" he comments on their look, "You regularly go to parties or something?"
The answer he got was a bullet hole that went through the roof, the seat, the floor and into the ground. Said bullet barely missing him. "Alright," He states, "Let's have at it then." And throws another pack of illegal stuff into the firebox.
It took a bit of time to burn, but it suddenly blew out flames from the front, setting a part of the car on fire.
And seeing things escalating, the huntress decides to jump off the vehicle, and is about to fire a shot at the explosive boiler...
But then, an audible low horn noise is emitted from the vehicle, as if Hell itself was suddenly contained inside.
Thomas looks back and notices that the boiler and piping had turned red, almost white hot and is literally spewing fire from the pipings and bolts are blown out unperiodically.
He quickly looks at the PDA for an explanation, but all it displayed was 3 lines of text...
ERR/175F%L/
UNKNOWN ERROR: BOILER STATUS BLOCKED BY EXTERNAL FORCES.
Flames spew out of the pistons, moving incredibly fast, yet making constant low-rumbling noise.
It out runs the cops and even the flying vehicle, leaving behind a trail of flames. "Fuck me!" Thomas yells, gripping onto the wheels, feeling the G-forces act on his body.
At such speeds, one could reach the other side of the city in under half an hour! But it seems his luck turned for worse, when he spotted a truck quickly coming up from the distance in front. Said truck having a ramp.
Thomas' face pales, "Oh, this is gonna suck." He mutters out, before his car hits the truck and launches up into the air.
Everything seems to be in slow motion, as he looked down to see the ground putting a larger and larger distance between his vehicle and the glorious surface.
He sees the cop cars in the distance, and the air vehicle... He assumes that they must be as surprised as he is... Hell, who wouldn't? Some would be screaming their hearts out, others would be accepting their inevitable death...
Thomas fell into the first group, evident by his yelling, crying and possibly letting out other fluids and matters as well from such an experience.
And as quickly, time went to normal speed as he sees the city becoming smaller in the distance.
Fumbling, he got his PDA and chose the search option and typed in a basic parachute.
He momentarily gets a headache from being uploaded the basics, before snapping out of it a second later and searched through his backpack for junk he has.
"I got enough to make a parachute," Thomas starts talking to himself, "And hell, I could patchwork one together. Problem is do I have enough- Focus on crafting, not talking." He snaps himself out of it. Quickly pulling out garbage bags, tying perfectly together to form sheets. Making rope out of basic materials in his bag, and he was done crafting the parachute.
He kicked the door open, the stared out to see the ground approaching and the mountains are behind him.
He jumped out of the vehicle, deploys his make-shift parachute, then watches as he slows down and the car quickly plummets to the ground, before it exploded into a blaze of fiery glory.
He stared at the wrecked vehicle in silence, slowly floating down with his parachute...
...
"Fuck... How will I get around now?"
A/N: Hello!
Yeah, uh... Can't focus updating any of my fics that much anymore.
I got a job as an electrician now, working in the contruction sector... Or equivelant.
But I do try to update still!... (Also, to the one guy who said something about swearing, I know. I just wanted to make it part of the character. Thomas swears easily, but his vocabulary of swearwords is limited.)
