1:45 p.m.
The Sheriff had just arrived at the diner. She knew Vi wouldn't have eaten a bite while Ahri was in such an unstable state. After learning Soraka was there healing her, she knew Jayce would take Vi out to eat to put her in better spirits for when he inevitably signs his death warrant. Sure enough, after simply asking the counter patron, not fifteen minutes ago had they just left, following the highway straight out of the city.
I'm right on your ass, Jayce. Pray I put another bullet in you before Vi puts a gauntlet in you. She hurried out to the vehicle she had borrowed off of Officer Campbell, and sped off, fully ignoring any speed limits. Nobody takes the road on the outskirts of the city. Too many bandits from Noxus and Bilgewater. They know anyone leaving by this road is a dead man. Jayce is bloody barmy for taking this road, he could have just taken her to the damn stadium for this, it is already scheduled for remodeling and Vi's destruction could have saved them hours of demolition at least!
The speed limit was 50, Caitlyn was going 100. She had already alerted any cops stationed out this far, if she was forgetful enough to forget if she sent any people out this far and endanger their lives, which wasn't likely, of which car she was currently traveling in and to ignore it fully. "You know, it is quite humorous. I do not think anyone has ever made me this BRASSED OFF BEFORE!" yelled Caitlyn to herself, slamming on the gas harder, and accelerating to 125. "MAYBE, IF WE'RE LUCKY, AND THEY CAN KEEP WAFFLING ABOUT AND THEY'LL FORGET WHATEVER IT IS THEY WERE DOING. THEN I CAN JUST BLOW OUT THE TIRES ON HIS FANCY LITTLE HOTROD." Caitlyn took several deep breaths, "I am ok. I am fine. Getting too worked up. All he did was invade my office, go through my personals, take my keys, release a homicidal terrorist into our city off little to no evidence of anything, all the while there is Lass running around with some secret family frolicking along the rooftops of my city belonging to god knows what organization or crime syndicate. OH, and on top of that, once news finally spreads about Jinx's assumed daft bipolar illness and absence from the city, every damn criminal and syndicate is going to uprise once again to establish themselves a major foothold in my city, that I have spent most of my life cleaning up I MIGHT ADD, and try to fend off The Loose Cannon when she returns and AHAHA, we all know that's not going to happen, she's going to win like she always does but probably blow up half my city in the process! And what are we doing instead of regrouping, reinforcing, and hunkering down for the storm that has yet to come?! Gallivanting around and playing out our lives like a FUCKING SOAP OPERA!"
The Sheriff had really spent years of her life, sleepless nights, going over cases, tracking paper trails, and tailing high profile targets in order to clean up her city enough to a state that she could rely on the rest of the precinct's duties to keep it stable. All of that was at risk if Piltover's Finest, and the Defender were out and about , especially outside city limits. If word got out, it could already got an all out gang war when they got back. Jayce was frequently going against her wishes, and sometimes her orders. He has said on multiple occasions that he believed as the Defender, he understood more than Caitlyn what was better to DEFEND the people and that Caitlyn only knew better how to find the criminals. Outside the office, they were friends, good friends, trusted friends. Inside the office, she had no friendships, only Vi her partner, and Jayce her Defender. She took her job more serious than Viktor takes the evolution of the human race.
The Sheriff was utterly lost in a livid rage. After about five more minutes of going WELL over the speed limit down the near empty highway, she noticed a car on the horizon. "Gotcha now.."
Meanwhile, in Jayce's car, the Defender decided to continue the conversation from the hospital. "You never gave me a legitimate answer back at the hospital ya know." Vi leaned the passenger side chair back and sprawled herself across it. "What? About what if Jinx did something fully out of her nature? What nature is that anyway? Figured we just assumed she could do anything for any reason or no reason at all, just because she wanted too, or because she was bored. That's why she's called the Loose Cannon, she's unpredictable."
Jayce scoffed, and tilted his head to the side to meet her gaze. Unfortunately, Vi had already closed her eyes and was relaxing back with one hand behind her head and the other resting at her side. Jayce could not help but notice how slender of a body she actually had. As well lying in that position, her chest seemed to stick out better. God damn why did she have to bat for the other team? Jayce shook those thoughts off and continued staring at the road. "That's right, eyes on the road pervert. Only Caitlyn is allowed to look at me like that." Jayce stuttered to think of a response, but ultimately just sighed and stopped trying. "Anyway..about Jinx. Out of her nature as in..she did something calm, for the betterment of society or the people. Something to prevent explosions or safe lives."
It was Vi's turn to scoff at the thought, "Yea, and I'll dress up in a big pink ball gown and take Caitlyn out dancing while I confess my love to her tomorrow. That's what your logic sounds like." Jayce replied back with, "But difference is, you WANT to do that, you just CAN'T. What if the same could be said for Jinx. We know she's insane, crazy, and unstable. What if deep down, she actually wanted to change, but her insanity was stopping her." Vi opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling of the car. "She would need a reason to pull herself back to reality. A reason to strengthen her will, and make what her heart wants become a reality.."
Jayce was stunned a bit by those words, "My word, I never thought you'd say something that deep." Vi blushed and punched him in the arm, "And if you breathe a word to anything I said it, you'll have trouble breathing period." Her gaze got soft as she calmed herself and got lost in her own thoughts, "It's how I felt when Caitlyn offered me the chance to change.."
Around 3 years ago
Somewhere in the alleyways of Zaun, a wall of a building explodes out into the alleyway. A beefy looking woman in a sloppily made suit of armor came sprawling through hole in the wall and skidding across the ground. A young Vi, hair a bit shorter and gauntlets made from more improvised material, therefore looking like much more heaps of well polished scrap metal attacked to her arms, walks over the rubble and towards the downed woman. Using one gauntlet, Vi picked up the woman in armor, and gave a smirk. "You think this cheesy fucking garbage you call a suit will work against anything other than B.B. guns?" She gave a tight squeeze to the woman, crunching the armor around her, releasing screams of pain from the woman as bits of the armor were no doubt piercing or crushing her body. "Here's what is going to happen. You're going to tell me all about a gang of people I need info on. As a reward, I slam your skull against the ground, and you wake up in a jail cell, instead of not at all. GOT IT?!" Vi squeezed harder again, and the woman puked up blood. "Y-yes, please , let me go, you're crushing m-me!"
Vi let the woman go, her body crumpling to the ground, as well as her makeshift armor just falling off of her. The woman seemed surprised. "What? You think you were trapped or something in that suit? Like I said, fucking garbage. I was just crushing it against you, not you inside of it. I'm surprised it stayed on after the first punch. Stupid bitch doesn't know anything about building or fixing. Now, information. Or I see how strong the grip in my GOOD arm is.."
The woman scrambled to crawl away from the pink haired brute, and eventually hit the other side of the alley wall. She took several rasping breaths, covering her side with her hand. Her ribs has been crushed, and her arms were slashed from the crumpled armor, one already blackened from being squeezed. Her vision was quickly dimmed by a shadow hovering over her. The hextech brute picked up the woman with two massive gauntlet fingers, and held her against the wall.
"Ok. Cooperation, I like that. You know, for one of the major gangs in Zaun, I guess because of the fact you seem to be the only lifeforms in this dump of a city that know how to utilize scrap metal and junk at all. And yet you all waste it on crappy armored suits, and blunt hand held weaponry. This isn't some kind of post apocalyptic RPG game, people aren't stupid enough to actually fucking lose to cheap and weak tactics. If you don't believe me-" Vi moved to the side, so the woman could see directly into the hole in the wall leading into the building. "-look at the broken remains of your gang. Sprawled about along the floor. Some dead, some not. Or they're all dead, not sure personally. Now..",
Vi moved back in front of the woman, who was now crying, and whimpering slightly while wincing from the pain of having her shoulder crushed against the two fingers. "Information. I'm looking for someone called Edmundo.."