Nightingale became painfully aware that nothing was happening outside - but she was certain plenty of things were happening within the station. As opposed to all the officers pouring out, more were going in, guns drawn. Sighing irritably, she swooped back into the station, not bothering to halt her flight as she entered, and headed for Caro's cell.
[i]"Ya see Roze? this is what happens when you take orders from someone else."[/i] She thought to herself, a scowl on her face as she passed over various dead bodies. [i]"They get it wrong, and you get left with nothing."[/i]
There were two armed policemen stood outside of Caro's cell, pointing their shotguns at her hesitantly as she landed in front of them.
"I've here to relieve you of the scumbag. Get out of here before you run into those mercs." She said sharply, and the two didn't hesitate in high-tailing it along the corridor. Looks like they cared about Caro just as much as she did - not very much.
The gang master looked ready to piss his pants when she entered, slamming shut the metal door behind her and staring at him, narrowed blue eyes piercing his own watery, fear-filled ones. Again, she realized that she wasn't the most recognizable hero out there.
"Don't go filling your tighty-whitey's just yet, dirtbag. I'm here to protect you." She said the last words sourly, turning around and facing the door. If it came to it, she wouldn't let her own life be taken for this.
God, she hated this job.