I don't own RWBY or Call of Cthulhu
Inside the Kingsley living room. Sometime in the afternoon
3rd POV
The scene opens upon on the Kingsley house hold. More particularly, FEB drooling as he slept crookedly on the couch. In front were a few dirty empty bottles surrounding him. He had buried a few bottles of liquor on the property should he ever find himself back here. He helped himself to the private stash before falling into a crooked slumber. As he snored loudly, a ruler slowly approaches his face. After a few moments it hesitantly pokes him in the nose. This did not wake him. The ruler then proceeds to poke FEB a few more times before slapping him over the face.
"Hmm, wha, ugh I'm up, I'm up you limey prick." FEB Groans as he rubs his eyes.
"Says the drunk jock." A familiar voice remarks. FEB blinks a few times before realizing it was his grandson not his in-law.
"Cunt's son boy. Can't you let your Granaidh sleep." FEB remarks as he gets up with a stagger.
"I would but it's impossible to think with your snoring." Josh said as his foot accidently kicks a bottle of gin. "Or trip over your many bottles."
FEB looks down at the bottles. He was right to point out the bottles. So with a hard sigh FEB remarks, "(Sigh) Aye, suppose so… Josh, I have not come back to ruin your peaceful days with your nanc… your father. Just something I was dragged into. I swear by the love I had for your mother I'll be out of your hair."
"Dragged into? It took an entire police squad to evict you from our house. How did a Nun, of all occupations got you to come back?" Josh asked with some curiosity about the Nun woman.
"Honestly Josh. She sort of fell into my life…. And then tried to kill me." FEB remarked that last bit to himself but Josh caught a bit of it.
"She what?" Josh asked with a brow raised.
"Not, important. Look, she's a long way from home I was suckered in by a dying man, and no she ain't no women of the cloth. Those were the clothes I had on hand for her." FEB continue on gaining more interest from Josh.
"So if she isn't a nun… and having trouble getting home. Why can't she speak?" Josh asked. Before FEB could explain the fact that she lacked a tongue to speak with, a loud ringing at the door can be heard. Followed by loud repeating banging's.
"Komm schon, um Hello! Schottland man, are you in zere? Zis Fräulein insisted on ze bringing her!" A heavily accent voice called out from the other side.
Curiosity overtook FEB as he get's up to see who was banging on the door. Upon opening it he was shocked to see a young man, He had an old bomber jacket over a light grey double breasted suit vet with a neck tie running down his white shirt. Around his neck were old pilot goggles like a neck piece. Looking down, he see's him Carrying Blake. Covered entirely in soot, ash, and burns. She was hacking silently when FEB realizes that he has stood their for a full minute.
"Alright, get her inside." FEB said as he held the door open. The German nods before entering the household. As he does, the man couldn't help but hear FEB remarking, "Kraut twit."
The man clearly heard it but simply lets it go… for now. He assisted Blake over to table where the maid proceeded to look her over with a med kit. As she does Blake notices Josh and gave him a strange look.
"What?" Josh asked.
Blake didn't reply, rather grabbed a notebook and under a coughing fit she wrote, "I presume your Josh?"
"We already met this morning, when you walked into me." Josh remarks.
Blake gives a confused look. She can't recall ever meeting Josh prior. She looked over her notes and much to her surprise, she had talked with him, or at least used her notepad. As she tried to recall when the maid brought over a glass of water. Giving a nod, Blake down the cool beverage homing to clear her throat of ash. As she does FEB approached the German youngster.
"So, where you found the Lass?" FEB asked.
"Zhe ran head first into a burning building." The young man remarks before holding out his hand, "Caspar, Caspar Anotinette. Nice to meet you Pfarrer um…"
"FEB, and just FEB Jerry." FEB said with an angry scowl on his face.
"Look, I'm aware of you Scotz being rude, but pleaze let'z not divulged to inzultz." The german known as Casper remarks with a low brow.
"Oh, this goes further then me being Scottish, Jerry. I doubt they make a leather jacket like yours since the blitz." FEB said pointing to the leather jacket Casper wore.
"You lost someone during the Zeppelin campaign?" Casper asked.
"And the Somme, I lost both my kids, and my grandson was disfigured by Groß Ungetüm." FEB said as his blood begins to boil.
"Vhell, I was in Somme, but I never zet foot on ze ground. If I recall correctly, zur government handz isz equally covered in zhe blood of the innocent." Casper remarks only to earn a dirty look from FEB. Before the two argument Blake walked over holding up two pieces of paper.
"Enough the two of you. I need a moment to think and you two arguing isn't helping the situation." Blake held up with an annoyed look on her face. She then dropped the two before writing the next statement. She then present it to the two, "I am having difficulties recalling certain events today, I was nearly consumed by fish that were on fire. And prior to that I was nearly eaten by a really ugly dog. So please be quiet and give me a moment to think."
She then proceed to go over what she had witness, and put together the memories she could no longer recall. As she does Casper remarks, "Zhe's very strange for a Fräulein."
"Tsk, on that I can agree German." FEB said before realizing something. "I'm sorry, wait… what was that bit about the infernal fish?"
Blake turned around, about to write about how she was nearly killed when the door opens up and in walks Author. Looking worst for wear as he noticed the large crowed that had gathered in his living room. As shocked as he was, all it took was a few moments before spotting Blake. "Where have you been young lady! After you ran away I spent the better part of thirty minutes looking for you!"
"Sorry, I was chased by a very ugly dog." Blake wrote down.
"What dog?! There was no dog and quite frankly the only danger you were in was racing out in the streets." Author remarked in a fury of anger. Blake was about to counter write when Casper spoke up.
"Almost hairlezz, thin yet muzcular? I zaw that… abomination whez I entered ze city thiz morning." Caspar remarks in Blakes defense. As much as Blake appreciated Caspar's help she couldn't help but notice him giving a glance at the corner of the room.
"I'm sorry, but who are you again?" Author asked not knowing who the German is.
"Caspar Anotinette, I helped the Fräulein out of a burning building." Caspar remarks.
"Ah… speaking of which, seems our luck has run out, Sister. While running away Scotland Yard caught fire, killing everyone inside." Author remarks as he crosses his arms.
"And what is Scotland Yard?" Blake asked on her paper.
"Yes, we talked about it earlier. It's where the Gargoyle was held." Author explain causing Blakes eyes to widen. Catching Author's attention he asked, "What? Did you forgot about the statue and the promise you made to Mrs. Churchill as well?"
Blake quickly begin scribbling down before presenting the following, "I was just there. After escaping the dog I found myself inside the burning building, I saw did the flames consumed it?"
"I'm… not sure. I'll have to check, sadly it's too late for that. The verdict came in and by tommorow, he'll hang." Author said with some melancholy in his tone.
"Seems a bit speedy with that verdict." FEB commented.
"Mr. Churchill had made many enemies in and out of the country. They jumped at the chance to silence him for good." Author explains as he goes to the liquor cabinet. After everything that has happened, he needed a stiff one. Upon opening it he found a few of the bottles completely ransacked. "(Sigh) Ms. Daksha, I said not to let my father-in-law near the liquor."
"I swear, Mr. Kingsley. I had that under lock and key." The maid replies as she pulls the key from her pocket.
"No need, used one of the lass's cards to get in." FEB said as he held up a bright red card. Annoyed Blake took it back before pocketing her money. She then begins to write a question as Author chastised FEB for stealing his liquor.
"Where is Churchill being held? He's innocent, and might help me figure out what's going on." Blake wrote before showing it to Author.
"He's in the Tower of London, and I'm sorry to say that you'll won't meet him. Least while still breathing." Author remarks as he crosses his arm. "He'll be executed at the crack of dawn, and nobody is permitted to see him. Nobody but the priest sent for last confession."
Blake gives a sigh; this man must have made a lot of enemies if the execution is tommorow. As she tried to figure a way to get in, she suddenly hears the sound of a cap coming loose. FEB was helping himself to a bottle of brandy. He had put the bottle to his lip and begin chugging it. As he does Blake was about to snatch the bottle when she realizes something. FEB had put down the bottle when he notices the eyes on him.
"What? Why ye looking at me?" FEB asked with some drunken slurs in his tone.
At the tower of London, around midnight
The scene then cuts to outside the Tower. Around the corner a man of the cloth laid unconscious in the trash. His collar removed by FEB who quickly fixes himself. Blake with a patched up vale and robes give a nod to a nearby car. Inside Caspar gave a nod and waited for the two. FEB had fixed the collar to his neck when he remarks.
"This better be worth it, I ain't going to kiss that cunt's ass for long and when I do I am going to burn this memory with wormwood, get it Sister." FEB said in a really annoyed tone.
"I'll buy you the entire damn bar, now shut up and try and look natural. And sobber." Blake wrote before presenting giving an annoyed glance before shoving a bible into his hand. She then heads towards the guard trying to look like a nun.
"Sobber, I'll give you sobber. Fuckin las with her American attitude to a good time. Tsk." FEB said under his breath with venom, not realizing that Blake heard him. He continues to grumble until he caught up with Blake, to which she shoved him very hard. "Ouch, why… um."
Before he could finish, a nearby royal guard had spotted the two. FEB quickly went quiet. "Halt, who goes there!"
"Relax you tw…" Before FEB could finish Blake once again nudged him hard. "(Sigh) I mean my son. I am a man of god, come to give the doomed soul his final rights of confession."
FEB nearly vomited saying that last line but he had to sell it. The guard gave the two a cold glair before remarking, "I was made aware of your arrival Father Butts, but who is the Sister?"
"Aye, she's my… student in training. I agreed to take her along to teach her the… saving, grace of confessions." FEB lied.
"Well I'm sorry Father, but only you may enter. Bastard is a tricky devil. Forgive me, not to speak in front of such a young thing with my language." The Guard apologies to Blake.
"Oh trust me. She seen things that would terrifying a veteran." FEB remarks.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that sister. Regardless, I'm sorry but only you may enter Father." The soldier replies.
This put a wrench in Blakes plan. But none the less they will have to go with it. Before FEB could remark Blake simply gave him a look telling him to go with it. "(Sigh) Very well. Perhaps another time Sister Blake."
Blake gives a nod and walked away, leaving the guard to escort FEB to the jail cell. As they made their way through, Blake turned the corner and proceeded to infiltrate the tower. In the background, she can be seen rendering the guards patrolling the catwalk unconscious. The guard didn't notice how his fellow guards were being systematically knocked out.
"She seems like a nice young girl. Doesn't talk much. Never thought a girl her age would take a vow of silence." The guard remarks.
"Well, it ain't by choice. Lost her tongue in the blitz." FEB remarks as he notices Blake up on the catwalk, choking a man out.
"Ohhh, I had no idea Father. Please forgive me father." The guard remarks unaware that Blake had kicked one of his colleagues into the moat.
"Don't think about it. Girls got more spite then I do and yet she carries on." FEB remarks before spotting Blake climbing down from the Catwalk. She begins to choke out one behind the guard. He could hear it but before he turns around FEB stops him. "So, where is the sinner whom I shall give repentance to?"
"Ah, right he's just down the hall and up the stairs. Top cell, for a top bastard he is." The guard said before spitting on the ground.
"I see you have no love for this man." FEB noted.
"Aye, recall the disastrous Gallipoli campaign? My brother died out on the cliffs. So yeah, never liked the bastard." The guard answers with an underline of spite in his tone.
FEB gives a nod before allowing the guard to lead the way, all while Blake silently follows along. The guard lead FEB up the stairs. Their a number of guards stood in defensive position. Many of them covered in scars they received during the invasion of Turkey. Eventually he lead FEB to a heavy wooden door. Pulling out old iron key's he unlocked the door, allowing for FEB to enter the damp place. Within a single man sat.
"You got a last rite, you damn traitor. Make it quick, come morning you'll swing for what you've done." The Guard sneered.
"Come morning, an innocent man will stare a coward down..." The man replies dryly before looking the guard in the eye. "But I thank you for giving me the practice."
The guard stared back before taking his rifle and striking the fifty-year-old man. He let's out a grunt but refused to show any sign of pain. He simply placed his hand on his nose and fixed it with a painful crack. Annoyed, the guard was about to strike him when FEB stopped him.
"Hit em again my son, and you'll be answering to two lords." FEB warns.
"Tsk… whatever. By dawn the Ravens will be stuffing themselves with this snake's tongue." The guard said before walking away to give FEB some privacy to conduct. Closing the cell door before locking it. FEB then sits down across from the convicted man. As he watches the man try to fix his nose, FEB was about to speak when the man spoke up.
"If you're hoping I'd confess or beg, your dead wrong. I'm guilty of many things but the things I was charged." The man said as he finishes with his nose.
"Uh huh, and the claims it was a demon out of hell?" FEB said gaining the ire of the man. "You wish not to convince me that they were monstrous being stalking the recovering town of merry old London?"
"… Priest, I have been ridiculed and berated my entire life. Now that I'm at death's door would you do me the favor and not ridicule me like my executioner. If I'm going to die, I'd die with dignity." The man said as he crossed his arms.
"Aye, seems like a better way to go… for a British Nancy; but what if I believe you? What if an associate of mine can stay the gallows for a few more days... but only if you, 'confess.' 'Confess' to what you saw in Lord Johnston's home. I may be able to help your limey ass." FEB said as he gave a gesture with his fingers.
"… You want a confession? Not one where I beg for my life?" The man asked with a raised brow.
"Aye, that's what I said you daft twat." FEB said as he crossed his arm.
"Tsk, with that tone I'm not convinced you're here to get me to implicate myself." The man said as he crossed his arms.
"Look, I'll be honest. I could care less if another politician bites the big one. More power to it if anything. But this lass who I promise to help insist upon it so you might as well tell me what the fuck killed the bloody Mayer before I say fuck you and storm on out." FEB Warned sternly. The two gave each other a dirty stare. Neither one liked each other. After a few moments the prisoner finally relents and speaks first.
"… Pft, did Clementine send you? Damn she stubborn… heh suppose that's why I married her." The man said with a shrug.
"Um, no. She ain't your wife. Look, just tell me about the fiery devils who killed the mayor and now stalking London. She may be able to help." FEB said sternly, causing the man to raise a brow.
"… Fine, but first get me out of here." The man remarks.
"Wha… we don't got time for this old man!" FEB shouts nearly gaining the attention of the royal guards. "Just tell me what we need to know and we can get you out of here."
"Get me out first… then I'll talk." The old man said firmly.
"I… I… Ugh, fuckin hell you're a stubborn old cunt ain't yah." FEB said in annoyance as he pinches the bridge of his nose.
"And you're a wrinkle old cock. Guess we were made for each other." The man replies with a smug smirk.
"(Sigh), I fuckin hate you." FEB said as he stands up to leave.
"Sure, give whomever sent you my regards." The man said as he relaxes against his bed.
"Oh don't worry she will be coming for you shortly." FEB said in a serious tone as the guard unlocks the cell. "Azrael comes for all sinner! May god have mercy for we have none!"
The guard then escorts FEB down the hall passing by the guards who didn't even give FEB a second glance. Once outside FEB stopped to pull out a cigarette. As he tries to find his matches the guard offered him one.
"Oh, thanks." FEB said before taking the match, after a drag he then remarks. "So that didn't went as planned. Old prick refuse to speak unless we free him."
"Tsk, bastard won't be getting a chance. Good, Hell may be too good for that sod." The guard remarks as he pulls out his own cigarette.
"Sorry son, I wasn't talking to you." FEB remarks causing the guard to raise his brow in confusion. FEB then points behind him. Much to his shock, Blake was standing there weapon in hand. Before he could react, Blake Pistol whipped him, rendering him unconscious. "Anyways there is about twenty or so guards standing between you and that old cunt. So have at it."
Blake then scribbles on her notepad before presenting it. "Not going to wish me luck? That's real reassuring."
"You got me to say the cunt's name. So good luck. I'm going to see if old William had left some wine after the consequent." FEB said as he waved Blake off to look for a drink.
Blake rolled her eyes in disappointment. Still, twenty guards with no aura or dust in a close nit corridor. This should be child's play for her. Turning back to the tower she pulled out Gamble Shroud. She pulled out the magazine. She needs to be saving some of these dust rounds. So with a sigh she loads the magazine back in before racing inside the tower. Inside the guards were standing stoically, as they stood guard, one could not help but hear the clonking of heels coming from down the hall. The guards gave all confused glairs before turning their MK. V Enfield rifles to the hall. After a few moments the clapping of heels goes silent. The lead guard approaches the stairs, checking down the stairs. Much to his relief, it was empty. He turns around to wave off to rest that the coast is clear, however the moment he turned his back was the moment he was done. A black ribbon wrapped around his neck, strangling him for a moment before being pushed down the stairs. The guards quickly turn to see a Nun holding a strange weapon. While they were hesitant at the peculiar assailant that was before them, they quickly overcame the shock and open fire.
Blake using the shock the situation to her advantage. She dived to the ground and fired up at a nearby lightbulb. The sparks blinded a few soldiers giving her time to get up close with one guard. She circled around before smacking the back of his head. The next guard didn't had enough time to cycle a round in when Blake snatched the rifle out of his hand. She jabbed it into the previous guards back, right above the kidneys before hitting the other in the groin. He fell to the ground as fourteen line up to volley fire while the three upfront found cover and adjusted bayonets. Blake quickly rolled over the kneeling guard, catching her ribbon around his neck. She pulled him to the ground, bashing his head against it as she ducks under the bullets.
The guards quickly chamber a new round into their rifles but by then it was to late. Blake slid under the nearest guard, once behind she the side of his head. Using his size and the momentum, she twist around delivering a flying kick into the other guard before slamming the others head into wall. Both fell unconscious as the last guard chambers another round. He was about to fire when Blake tossed her weapon, wrapping around the rifle before pulling it out of the guard's hand. Astonished and horrified, the guard struggles to retrieve his service revolver. By the time it was out of his holster, Blake had swiftly raced up to him before delivering a powerful round house kick. He flew back, breaking down the door. She walked slowly at first, as she was about to enter she noticed how he was still going for his gun. He had just lifted it up when she charged forth. Grabbing the gun before delivering an aura infused punch to his throat.
He gagged for a few moments unable to breath when Blake twisted his arm around, painfully dragging it under his leg. He flipped onto his cracked back, and only got a glimpse up at the nun before she stopped on his face. Blake gives a small sigh, thinking back to the times she used to raid the SDC they were not nearly as easy as this. It feels a bit overkill if anything. As she thought about it more, her thoughts were interrupted by a calming tone.
"… Well, you certainly made an entrance." The man said as the Blake put's away Gamble Shroud.
She approached the man, who was eyeing her with interest. As he notes her combat prowess Blake quickly pulls out her note pad and a match. Striking it up he let the light illuminates the page. The man reads it silently before looking up at her. He stared on before slowly grabbing Blakes hand. He pulled the hand close before using the match to light up a cigarette. As he takes a few puffs, Blake got a decent look at the man's face. It was covered in multiple scars and burns ranging from 1st to 3rd. He takes a few puffs before letting go.
"Now I am, Sister?" Winston asking Blake for her name. Blake quickly flipped to a previously written message before presenting it to him.
"Hmm, must be a code of silence." Winston said with a shrug as he gets up. Blake gives him an annoyed look as he holds out his hand. "By all means Sister Belladonna, lead the way."
Blake then leads Winston out of the tower Passing by all the guards she had rendered unconscious. Winston couldn't help but be impressed by Blakes efficient talent for violence. As he whistles with impression, they found themselves outside the Tower. Upon exiting, Winston remarks, "So what's the next plan Sister Belladonna?"
Before Blake could give an answer, she heard the sound of a rifle being cocked. Quickly she turned around only to see the guard hit the ground following a whack. FEB stood up on the cat walk, in one had a metal plate, in the other, a box with old vinegar like wine. He gives a salute before the alarm bells went off. Hearing the bell chiming, Blake grabs Winston and nearly dragged him to the catwalk.
"Woah, hold down Sister! I can barely keep up and that's without the burns!" Winston complained as the guards rushed out to stop the three.
As they moved into position, they open fire on the three. Blake easily evaded the shot, but had a hard time keeping FEB and Winston in one piece. After a few moments of impressively dodge rounds, the guards had finally surrounded the three. They raised their hands as the head guard demanded they surrender.
"So, what now las? You gonna use that fancy gun of yours?" FEB asked sarcastically as he holds up the only decent bottle of wine.
Blake gives him a silent glair before grabbing the back collars of the two. Before either one could react she leapt off the side of the catwalk, dragging them down with her. They let out a panic yelp as they nearly fell to the ground. Yet before they hit the dried moat, Blake activated her Semblance pulling them nearly a yard away. FEB took it well, all be it was startled, Winston however question how they seamlessly teleported from the high stone walls to the streets.
"How… what just, I…" Winston stutters as he tries to recall what happened.
"Don't question it. Trust me I'm not drunk enough to figure out what's up with the lass." FEB remarks before the guard peeped over the side to see the three. They begin opening fire and Blake once again had to drag them to safety. They raced around the corner as sirens and alarms echoed far away, as they raced down the street, a car pulled over with Caspar at the wheel.
"Ghut in!" Caspar shouts as he flips open the car door.
FEB was the first to jump in followed by Winston. Blake was the last one to get in but when she did, the guards had found them. Shots were fired and Blake felt one hitting her hand. She nearly fell in but was grabbed by FEB. He dragged her in as Winston retrieved Blake's weapon. He opened fire on the guards, not to kill but to scare as Casper drove away.
"You ok lass?" FEB asked as Blake quickly adjusted herself. She gave a nod before turning to Winston. He was fascinated by Blakes weapon and was admiring the function of it.
Blake gave a gestor for him to hand it back and after a moment he returns it. "Interesting toy you have their sister. If we had weapons like this, I'm sure the Gallipoli campaign might have been in our favor."
Blake quickly wrote on her paper, "Doubt it, it's skill behind it not the weapon."
Play "THEME FROM LUPIN Ⅲ 2019Playback '80" for dramatic effect.
As Winston tried to read it a bullet punches through the note as two police car's came around the corner. As the cops fired, one of their cars nearly rammed theirs off the road, thankfully Casper managed to gain control and shifts the vehicle into 3rd gear and gave himself so leeway with the cops.
"Scheiße! Polizei on our tail!" Caspar shouts as he swirls the car as best as he could to give the bobby's a harder target. Sadly they were crack shots. "Could someone get zhem off us!"
Blake gives a nod and begins opening fire. She hits the engine of the cars and the cars come to a crash. However a Rolls-Royce Armored Car raced in it's place. Blakes bullets, even Dust rounds couldn't penetrate the armored car. The mounted .303 Vickers Machine gun then turns on the small car firing a volley of hell fire on them. Casper nearly lost control as he blindly steers the car to safety. Just then the gun ceased and he could look up. Only to see a truck. He let's out a panic yelped when FEB took the wheel.
"Drive straight you damn jerry!" FEB screams as he narrowly evades oncoming traffic. Despite nearly hitting a dozen or so cars, the traffic gave them some breathing room as the gun's may accidently hit a civilian. The chase with the cops and their heavy ordinance vehicle continued for a good five minutes before finding themselves heading onto London bridge. A swarm of police had set up a blockade and their was no way to avoid going up on it.
"Shit, I think our luck just ran out." FEB said seeing the armed police far ahead of them.
"Well, I don't know about you but I think they'll blow my head off first chance they get." Winston remarks as he takes another drag from his cigar. "Unless you have someone here has a harebrained scheme to avoid you can drop me off here. I'd take my chance jumping the Thames."
The car goes silent for a few moments, before anyone could even think Blake spotted something off in the distance with her Faunas vision. One car was a little to close to the other near the gate house. She then pulls out her device and quickly wrote a simple message on her scroll. She shoved it into FEB's face. FEB took a moment to read but nearly snapped.
"Keep right! The fuck you mean keep right! We can't ram it!" FEB Shout's!
"Is zhe fraulein mad!" Caspar shouts when a bullet nearly clipped him. The group then quickly took cover or as best as they could as the police took pot shots at them. As they kept their heads down, Winston speaks up.
"I hope this works, I don't have the leisure nor do I wish to give satisfaction to those who wish me dead! Do whatever your planning now!" Winston remarks as he takes another drag.
Blake gives approving nod before grabbing Winston's cigar. She then crawls' to the door, and waited before the opportunity. The shots rang out and she swinged herself up. Avoiding the string of bullets before landing on the top of the car. Caspar begrudgingly did as he was told, shifting the car as far right as he could go while avoiding the Bullets. Blake surfed on top, avoiding the bullets as se moved quickly. Taking a handful of fire dust rounds and removing the bullets from the casing. As the police fast approaches the armored vehicle behind them opened fire to try and stop them. However, they couldn't get a clear shot without hitting the police vehicles. Blake, with fire dust in one hand, a cigar in mouth, she used her free hand to twirl Gamble shroud around a few times before tossing it. It hooked on the furthest police car she could hook it. Using her Aura, she pushes down on one side causing the car to tip onto it's right. The two up front panicked as Winston tried to hold still in amazement. The car just clipped the hood of the police car, but passed unscathed for the most part. The Rolls-Royce Armored Car on the other hand, crashes head on into the police blockade, causing a massive pile up.
"Ha, ha! I'd can't believe zat work!" Casper shouted in joy, till the bridge started raising. "Oh Scheiße."
"Ye had to say something!" FEB remarks sarcastically. That's when Blake hopped on the side. She motioned for them to go faster. "You can't be serious!"
"Oh ho! I'd like this one, Scotsman, German do what she says! We can make the jump!" Winston said with much excitement as the bridge raised higher and higher by the second.
Both Caspar and FEB looked at each other both giving a mutual agreement that these two were absolutely mad. Sadly they had no choice. Caspar held on tight as Feb uncorked the bottle, he had stollen. If this was going to be the end, he might as well have one last drink. He was about to chug it when Blake snatched it. She stuffed a red powder inside before shaking it, using her broken blade she shoved the blade into the hood and with aura enhanced strength she forced the hood off. Exposing the engine block.
By now the car was going up a steep sloop and could barley keep traction. Blake takes the bottle and begins sucking the wine like her life depended on it. She filled her cheeks like a squirl before spewing the contents on the engine. She did this again before taking a large drag from the cigar, she coughed before flicking the well-lit cigar into the engine. First nothing happened then the engine ignited on fire! A sudden burst of momentum spewed out as flames shot out of the exhaust pipe. The three were thrown back into their seat as Blake held on tight, they flew up as the bridge completely raises. The bobby's down bellow looked on in shock as the beaten down car flew at an angle never before seen, inside FEB and Casper grabbed ahold of each other in fright, Winston smiled wildly with excitement as he raises his hands in pure joy, Blake held on tight with one hand and another on her veil. After a few slow-motion moments of near rocket power thrust the car finally begins to lose momentum.
As it slows down, Blake dives in through the broken window. The two screams as the car crashes down on the road with a few thuds before swirling around in moving donate. The car then slows down before coming to a complete stop at the end of the street. Inside the vehicle, the two up front held on to dear life, even though the car came to a stop. Blake felt nauseous from the ending but slowly pulled herself. Winston of course still had that grinning, madly grinning.
"That… was… SPECTACULAR!" Winston said with a near childish tone of excitement. "Sister, I have met many brave and cunning men in my life, but you oooohhhh you. The Yank's might have the right idea about bringing women into the arm forces. If we had only ten of you the Germans would have surrendered by Christmas!"
Blake simply waved it off as she tried to hold her stomach down. Course Winston couldn't stop himself, He noticed the strange tablet like object in her pocket and quickly snatched it. He overlooked it with excitement as a new spark of intrigue overcame Winston. He begins questioning where she got such things, how did she made them, and requests of joining his staff when he is acquitted. As he goes on about the usage the empire could use with the tec FEB and Caspar finally came to their senses and let go of one another.
"… Iz… this a normal day, for ja?" Caspar asked with a horrified look on his face.
"By the cunt's name I hope not." FEB said with an equally horrified look on his face. The two men remain silent, with Winston going on, and on, and on in the background. After a few moments Caspar decided to get going. The car didn't start outright but after a few times he started to get somewhere.
"Iz… Iz need a drink." Caspar said as the car struggle to start.
"You and me both Jerry." FEB remarks as the car sputters to life and soon they drove off.
Hello everybody, Wombag1786 here. Phew that was a close one. Nearly didn't finish the chapter on time. Right so, we see FEB's home life, meet a surprisingly friendly but sus German veteran, and have an epic car chase from the tower of London. I'm sure Lupin (either the first or second) would be so damn proud of Blake. Well now onto comments and questions.
From Black cross0: Au moins on verra pas Notre-Dame burler… Shame it did caught fire roughly two or so years back.
Oh, like now? Caspar, the Driver, FEB the mussel, Churchill the tec guy, Blake the thief… I swear this is the beginning of a Lupin story.
A quick fix thankfully.
Um… I guess Bi. Seeing Bumblebee is a thing in story. As for Yang, I'm not sure where she would stand prior but what ever it is it died that night in New Orleans. Odds are she's now straight but with more memories returning she might begin to swing… that is if, she can live long enough to remember. Last time she recalled it nearly killed her.
Thanks for writing Black cross0.
From Carre: 1. No problem.
2A. Huh… neat.
2B. No no. That would imply the Nazi's won. Think of it like Stalingrad of the west. Except it's London… and fishmen.
2C. It is tempting. But I think it over.
3. Well, not really the statue itself. But you'll see soon enough.
4. Thanks.
Thanks for writing Carre.
From Crimson Weresloth: A bit on the nose… though the dog ain't irish… least the main entity is.
Thanks for writing Crimson Weresloth.
Well with that all done, please Fav and Fol the story. Leave a comment or question down bellow as well as that helps with the story. Till next time, this is Wombag1786 signing off.