Dean groaned as the world solely came back to him. It took him a few moments to adjust to the bumpy movements of car travel, his eyes blinking in confusion as he stared at the back of a car seat. He looked over to his side, noticing the still unconscious Uprising. An annoyed sigh escaped Dean’s mouth, followed by a moan of pain. Suddenly the memory of a woman on his back yanking on his arm became all too real. He could move it, but it was painful; that’d be a problem. He’d have to get her back for that, as well as the crushing of his gun. That firearm has been with him since the very beginning, and while it didn’t have the importance of the sword, it still had fond memories connected to it.

“I see you’re awake. Keep still back there, I can’t stand rowdy passengers… We’ll be at the station shortly.” Dean took note of the older, more male voice that responded to him. It became very apparent that there were two officers in the car, and that would be a problem. Trying to figure out how to get out of this thing, he shifted his eyes back and forth, studying the insides of the machine for flaws. His quick scan identified nothing, it was a shame that the force here kept things well maintained. “Let’s see. I if I can get my cuffs off… But wait!” Dean’s thoughts carried him to his possessions, they hadn’t bothered removing them! His submachine gun, the katana… and his utility belt. He stifled a smile as Dean’s hand clicked open one of the small pouches on the back of his belt, removing the lockpicking tool he always kept handy. He acted as cool as a cucumber getting his cuffs unlocked, and the two were none the wiser.

Now that his hands were freed, escaping the car became priority. The doors would be locked, and there was no way to get to the front to the back. The only chance he’d have was when the car would arrive at the station and the cops opened his door. Dean didn’t have to wait long, and when the senior officer reached for the handle, he had a surprise. A steady stream of bullets riddled the man’s chest when he opened the door, causing him to collapse in a steadily growing pool of his own blood. By now the younger officer attending the other prisoner would have pulled her own firearm, so Dean ducked at the side of the car. Pretty soon the whole station would be on them, so a quick escape was needed. Seeing the bloodied keys still in the hand of the dead officer, Dean gabbed them and jumped in the front seat, quickly making sure to lock the vehicle. Carla would be stumbling with her own keys when the young criminal floored it, pulling out of the station and rocketing down the road, but not without the sound of sirens giving chase.