Ramsey Golaird

Ramsey headed to the door of the Apartment he fell multiple floors through. As he grasped the knob, he looked back and thought it was odd that he wasn’t followed, though the sounds of sirens on the street snapped him out of his train of thought. As he made his way to the window at the end of the hall. Heavy boots could be heard stomping up the stairwell as radios crackled and dogs howled below. Most likely this was a unit specifically made for Supers such as himself, and were well trained. He couldn’t waste anymore time as he rushed the window lungs pumping leaping towards the next building as he crashed through the wall. He took a moment to take in his surroundings before he quickly raided the fridge, anything high in fat, a tub of lard would be excellent right now, but finding anyone in this day and age would still cooks with it is exceedingly rare among most ethnicities. Except Mexicans? Maybe. Doesn’t matter. All that was in the fridge was nothing more than leftovers. “Asian food, me minds me of a girl I knew, an hour later she still wanted more. Aha.” The police unit began it’s move on Ramsey again, and he knew it. 

The chase was on! As Ramsey led the police on a long chase through town, trying to head back to where his car was in the hopes they still had yet to move it. As he ran chest thumping lungs throbbing he was running on empty, the food he managed to snag on the way simply wasn’t enough, he desperately needed a buffet or a quadruple bypass burger. With flatliner fries, now that’s good eating. Pushing open a door gunfire erupted as the unit opened fire as bullets tore through Ramsey and the walls, it’s the first time in his life where he’s been pushed into a corner. His lack of planning and his irresponsible waste of his resources have cost him his arm, and his safety. And it wasn’t a pleasant feeling. But now wasn’t the time to dwell on mistakes, giving anything that much thought just wasn’t in his nature, he always leaped first and dealt with the consequences later.

Either side of the hall would’ve taken him to the street, he dashed to his left breaking through to the kitchen, as an elderly couple was enjoying a meal they looked in shock as Ramsey burst into their home. He eyed a box of twinkies as the police continued to chase him even after he broke through the window, he fell to street level as more and more cops surrounded him.”Halt! Lost Haven Police, come quietly and keep your hands where we can see them!” They shouted, Ramsey glanced around him, casually eating a handful of twinkies. It was enough for a boost but not long, they moved into position as Ramsey began to move, a Phantom Boost sent him flying across the street and miles out of sight. But still if he lingered they’d catch up with him again, so he ducked down an alley and backtracked towards his car. Which was just being hooked up to be towed away, the driver munching on some burger while he brought he hook over and it latched on. The sound of metal slamming against itself as he went around to the driver side to operate the crank. As Ramsey walked up, the crank wound up making several mechanical sounds. The driver turned around to see Ramsey backhand him out cold. He took the time to lift the heavy set man into the seat, and removed the winch. The sounds of police sirens could be heard yet again, driving around in circles looking for him, wherever he might be? As the car engine started up, and he stepped n the gas he drove off, looking for a place to lay low. And a Face Maker, essentially a well connected individual who helped with identity problems. Like changing the plates or look of a car, or new Identification Cards, Passports, Social Security cards, and whatnot. 

As his Plymouth drove down the road, he took caution to avoid patrols still looking for him, he had to admit that between the Supers around the city, and it’s police force they were good. But still he’d only seen a few of the Heros this city had, and he’d yet to see any villains. So where ever they were, they had contacts in the city. And right now Ramsey needed a few, And only the seediest parts of town guaranteed a meeting with some of the worst and best it had to offer. And where else then the Warehouse district. Where underground fighting, and Drug deals took place, but first he thought, pulling up to a drive through window, time for some grub.

“Welcome to Grease Buns, home of the Thunder Patties and Womper Shakes.” A young man spoke in a high pitched crackly voice.”May I take your order?” 

“Twenty Thunder Patties, and three Womper Shakes to go! I got a party later, and I’m gonna need a lot of food.”

“Right! Well head on up to the window and pay the cashier…” The young worker said as Ramsey drove on up, and waited for his order to be filled, about six minutes later bags upon bags were handed to him, as he threw them in the back seat and drove off to eat, needing all the calories he could get.