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Staunton Island, Liberty City, New Jersey

"Shit. SHIT." Barked Priest as he changed gears and his the gas pedal.

"Now what?" asked Lana anxiously as the car jerked forward, following the less than smooth transition.

"Didn't you notice that Helicopter's been following us ever since we left Torrington?"

"Helicopter?" said Lana as she looked through the window.

"They're tailing us."

"Maybe not; it just flew in the other direction."

"That just means that whoever they were trying to guide just managed to catch on and is now tailing us from a few cars behind."

"Can you see them?"

"Not really. This mask is screwing my vision and the chances are that whoever is following us is better at not being noticed than I am at spotting them. We'll have to ditch the car."

The car swerved to the right, heading straight through the Aspatria district. Lana's stomach sank as she felt her unusual chauffer tense up as he prepared for his next move.

With a quick jerk of the steering wheel, the car moved onto the wrong side of the road, heading head on toward oncoming traffic.

"Jesus Christ, are you crazy?!!"

Priest steered his way into the narrow gap between two oncoming cars, passing through with but a mere scratch on the car's body, bypassing a long line of traffic as he reached a crossroad, he pulled the parking brakes as he let go of the gas pedal and steered to the right before hitting the gas pedal again, causing the car to turn almost all the way around, and head into the underground tunnel system.

Away from the surface and with only synthetic light to touch them, Priest took off his mask and looked at his forehead in the rear view mirror. The wound had healed, leaving an unseemly scar that would fade in a day and an amount of dry blood on the side of his face.

"Get ready." Said Priest, not bothering to say for what. He drove on in silence for the better part of a minute as the tunnel went steeply down for a good stretch before he hit the breaks.

The seatbelt kept Lana from slamming into the dashboard as the car came to a screeching halt, and without any other word Priest exited the car, leaving it's engine running and his door open.

"Get out."

It took literally seconds for a line of stopped cars to assemble before the stopped Sentinel, the driver's honked their horns, angrily demanding the obstacle to be removed.

"Hey asshole, we've got jobs to get to!"

"Mymother'smysister!"

Lana got out of the car and followed Priest as he walked up the line, all the way facing angry drivers hurling obscenities as she passed by. At the fifth car from the front, Priest shattered the window of a blue Mannana with the handle of his trench knife, forced the door open from the inside and leaning in to grab the driver from the inside as she reached over to the other side, trying to get out of Priest's reach.

Lana watched in shock as the driver, an elderly woman, was pulled out, she tried to resist, hiting Priest in the jaw but it had no effect whatsoever.

"Stay down." Barked Priest as the lady cowered on the ground of the underground tunnel, he got into the driver's seat and strapped himself in, while Lana timidly got into the driver's seat.

"You… How do you sleep at night?" asked Lana as the car jerked forward.

"I don't."

Lana felt something solid by her foot, she leaned down to pick it up. It was a large, long barreled revolver.

Priest glanced at the weapon as he drove. "Colt Python." he remarked as he got into the other lane, overtook the car in front of him and got back into the proper lane before he could collide with an oncoming taxi cab.

"She was reaching for it when I pulled her out."

"Is that supposed to make you any less of a bastard?"

"Well, the handle is wrapped in band-aids, to keep the gun from holding her prints. That was supposed to be a future murder weapon. Yours, if I hadn't stopped her in time."

"You didn't know that before you pulled her out."

"Point. You want me to pull over?"

"Why would I-?"

"You're thinking; these people sold me out, now they don't have the decency to just leave me alone, this guy just tossed an old lady on her ass, I should shoot his brains out. Only thing is; I'm driving, so trying to kill me would mean killing both of us, and by that, I actually mean you."

"Alright, pull over."

"No. Do you mind handing me the heater?"

Lana inched away in her seat, holding the gun tight and looking at Priest's extended hand.

"Do you mind giving me the gun, please?"

Following another moment of hesitation, Lana relented.

"Thank you." Said Priest as he took the gun and dropped it in his lap.

Lana eyed him with disgust for a moment before looking away and leaning her head against the window, looking out as the tunnel lights raced past.

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"Shit, here comes the nutjob." Said Peters, alerting his partner Sullivan to look up the street, where Bullseye came limping toward them.

"Jesus, I was hoping he'd get his throat chewed out by them." Mumbled Sullivan as he flicked his cigarette away.

Sullivan straightened up as Bullseye turned around the corner, barely shooting them a surly stare as he headed toward the car parked at the end of the ally.

"What the hell happened, sir?" asked Sullivan.

"We were ambushed."

"Where is Hughes?"

"She's dead." Said Bullseye.

"Christ." Mumbled Peters, "What're we supposed to do?"

"Stay put."

"Are you alright, sir?" asked Sullivan, an uneasy feeling brewing.

"They got me, in the leg."

"I know, you just sound different."

"I'm taking the car." Said Bullseye as he reached for the car's handle.

Within a second, Sullivan found the uneasy feeling in his stomach to be justified. As Bullseye leaned, a small black spot peaked from under his woolen cap, a tuft of hair on the previously bald-headed Bullseye.

"Shoot him." Said Sullivan, reaching for his gun.

"What?"

"That's not Bullseye!"

'Bullseye' swung the door open and ducked behind it as the two men pulled out their guns and fired, before hastily getting in and slamming the door behind him.

The imposter removed the wool cap, revealing a head far from bald. His feature shrunk and extended, growing longer and narrower, changing to that of someone else entirely.

O'Brien flinched as bullets bounced off the windshield, he reached to the cop holder and removed a styrophome cop of coffee, beneath it finding the key. He eagerly slaipped it into the ignition and started the ignition. The engine started with a roar, prompting O'Brien to hit the gas pedal as hard as he could, tearing the car away and out of the ally.

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Mona and Sayid ran across the street,

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Portland Island

The stolen car slowed down as it entered the neighborhood known as St. Mark's, despite being pursued by a police car. Lana looked through the windshield at rum-looking men in dark suits as they walked the streets, holding automatic weapons in plain sight. It was clear to anyone who was the law in this part of the city, to Lana, and certainly to the driver of the police car behind them. The wail stopped and the police car slowed down and turned around, heading back to somewhere he could hold some authority, and away from the mafia's turf.

"Here's to crime." Mumbled Priest with satisfaction, "We're here."

"Are you kidding? We're supposed to get to a submarine."

"Don't arge. Trust me." Said Priest as the car coasted up an incline, once at the top, Priest gestured toward a mansion that stood at the end of the street before the road started to descend again.

"See that mansion? Used to belong to the don of the Leone mob, but he's dead and the new boss didn't move in, so it's basically deserted."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Open your window."

Priest stepped on the gas pedal, the car accelerated forward. The two mafia guards at the gate didn't react in time and only managed to get a shot at the hood of the car before one was hit and rolled over the car's roof, while the other was incapacitated by a bullet in the shoulder.

The car traveled briefly through the mansion's uneven ground before it Priest hit the brakes.

"Get out." Said Priest as he bolted out of the car in an instant, Lana got out and followed him to the ledge of the hill on which the mansion was built. Priest walked down the steep incline, to the sandy shore below. Lana followed him, cautiously making her way at less than half his pace.

Lana couldn't put her feeling of betrayal aside, Deep Throat's words was all she could hear in her head ever since she heard them thirty minutes ago, and in a small part was tempted to surrender to the league just so she could bring as many of them down with her. But for the moment, she was glad to be alive, and every step she took down the hill felt like a little victory to her. The sun sank below the horizon, mere minutes, if not moments away from sunset, while her undesired guardian stood by the shore, a distance away from the foot of the hill, looking north where the submarine was docked a kilometer away.

As she approached the bottom, Priest turned around to face her. He was still wearing his skin-tight black mask, but still, for that brief moment, she could see beyond the dark shroud and see that something had suddenly went wrong.

Lana didn't hear any sounds as blood sputtered out of Priest's chest, a split second before he fell over; not a bang from a gun or even a cry of pain, just a faint thud as his body hit the sand.

Lana panicked, she instinctively turned around to look uphill, doing so too fast she lost her footing, slipped and took a long tumble down the rest of the hill.

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Gah! Writer's block!

Yes, the minutemen's car was a decpticon all along.

R&R

Next Chapter: Next chapter is really good. It has gore, Priest being defiant and Shaun getting blooded. You don't want to miss it. Be here, same opposition time, same opposition place.