Ares
 Ramsey Golaird

A old beater of a black 1970 Plymouth Barracuda, the car shot out smoke from the exhaust as it chugged down the road towards Lost Haven. The car had dents and a torn upholstery, the passenger door was knocking against the frame of the car held in place by duct tape. The street was packed with other automobiles of various makers “Great a traffic jam, brilliant! Bloody brilliant.” A man cursed in stuck in traffic as Ramsey tossed his cigarette out of his window into the mans car. 

The man now irate opened his door and slammed it closed as the other cars sat idle in the traffic jam and strode over towards Ramsey.”YOU little piece of Shi…” Before he could finish speaking the car door was forced open into the stranger as Ramsey stepped out and stood up back straight with a grin on his face as the stranger looked up clutching his stomach with the sight of pain in his eyes. Ramsey slammed the stranger’s head against the side of the car, a Volvo or something didn't matter. The incident disturbed onlookers as a few dialed something on their phones probably the cops.

“Well looks like the party’s over, bet this place will be crawling with cops soon enough. Better clear the road.” 

His hands gripped the small Volvo, and with a heave he tossed it to the side opening the sidewalk so he could drive his car over. He pulled back the gear shift and pressed his foot on the petal as other motorists moved out of the way fearful of ending up in the side of a building. Pedestrians scrambled in fear screaming and running sirens could be heard not more than a street down as Ramsey drove off. Presumably with the police in pursuit.

Once the car hopped over the curb and onto an empty side street he took off engine running hot.” I thought this place was crawling with Supers, well they’re seriously inept that’s for sure. Haha, right first things first find a bar.”