The apprehended gangsters were very compliant, not just in handing over the phones but also in selling out their buddies.
Pressganged drug addicts. You get what you pay for.
I waited for the PRT Party van to show up then immediately cut off to the main event. I'd lost some time but now that I actually knew where I was headed I was a lot more free in my movements.
It was true I couldn't keep up with cars. I mean my sustained flight speed had to be around twenty miles an hour at most in dead air and while I wasn't exactly dealing with that I also wasn't experienced enough with flying to make full use of the winds around me to speed that up.
But twenty miles an hour as the crow flies is a lot faster then you'd think on busy city streets. Unlike cars I didn't have to worry about little things like roads, traffic lights, and traffic itself. I cut clear over roof tops for my target in a strait line without a single obstacle to interrupt my trip.
That was good.
The merchants I'd let go because I'd felt they might be to dangerous to intercept were on their way to shoot up a suburb.
That was not.
Bullets fired near blindly into the air were dangerous, but not as much as runaway cars. Bullets in the air pointed atpeoplehowever were more dangerous then both put together.
I'd let the trail get way to cold to chase, so I was going to have to work backwards from the targets. Fortunately both were relatively close together. One house, one 'printing factory' which was probably slang for something given I was in a freaking suburb, and one amateur CBC radio station.
I'd already stopped the attack on the factory, which narrowed things down to a house or a radio station. A professional radio station could have dozens of people in it, but a amateur one would probably be manned by somewhere between one to six people tops and be a lot more likely to hold empire 'forces' given they were being targeted by the Merchants directly.
That made the house much more likely involve innocent casualties. Even if those inside were Empire they might have younger dependents, or simply neighbors who might be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Either way I knew which one I was going for.
I landed on the roof of the targeted house wondering if I should warn the residents inside while simultaneously hoping no one called the cops on the strange winged guy standing on a roof.
At least this time I had a decent plan of attack.
I coiled my legs against the roof folded my wings as tight as they'd go and pressed myself as flat as I could blending in as much as possible. For once my unnatural completion helped as it was a white painted house.
I reflected on the irony of that. I was blending in because the house of what were probably white supremacists was painted white. Damn, I needed to make a go at the Empire after this if I didn't want to look like a supporter of those nut jobs.
~Right you wouldn't want to be mistaken as one of those crazies~
Exactly, I was my own brand of insanity thank you very much.
Then I spotted a familiar looking car pulling in, and my eyes narrowed.
Show time.