[sub][sub][h3][i]Regalia - Pursuing the Twins[/i][/h3][/sub][/sub][hr]

[color=7ea7d8]“Damn it Liv, be careful!”[/color]

The tires of a jet black Audi A5 screamed as Olivia yanked the steering wheel, whipping the car around the corner and narrowly missing some late night pedestrians. As soon as the road straightened, her foot slammed down on the accelerator and shot the car forward like a bat out of hell. Gunshots pinged off the armoured side panels as a black SUV rounded the corner behind them, the crackling sound of small submachine guns filling the street as the pursuit continued. Liv glanced to her brother, then to her rear-view before whipping around another corner at the last possible second.

[color=8493ca]“I’m sorry, I don’t feel like getting shot tonight. Now get in the back seat, there’s an MP7 in the center console. Ammo’s in the glove box.”[/color]

Oliver nodded to his partner in crime (literally) and grabbed the three magazines from the glovebox before hopping into the back seat and rolling down the window. He pulled down the center console and when greeted with a keypad, entered the only possible combination that Liv would’ve used: the house number of the place their mother had been murdered.

[color=7ea7d8]“One-zero-four-nine-nine”[/color] he whispered to himself as he punched in the numbers before the panel slid back and revealed the small submachine gun, chambered in 4.6x30mm. The gun felt cold in his hand as he extended it’s stock and flicked up the iron sights on it. He slammed a magazine in and pulled back the charging handle before pulling himself out the side window, sitting on the windowsill and taking aim at the SUV that was still trailing them. Then, he fired. 45 rounds of the small calibre ammunition was unleashed on the now evidently unarmoured truck, riddling it’s body with holes and killing both men in the front seats. The SUV veered off and slammed into oncoming traffic, bringing it to a halt and causing a few people to scream behind them.

[color=8493ca]“Nice shootin Oli!”[/color] Liv piped up, a grin now spread across her face. She loved her job, if you could call it that. The thrill of everyday was something she lived for and she wouldn’t give it up for anything. 

[color=7ea7d8]“Just watch the road Liv….god damn it. And here I was hoping for a quiet night.”[/color]

[color=8493ca]“A quiet night, in this occupation? Right. Keep dreamin Oli.”[/color]

She let back on the throttle a bit, pulling back into normal traffic as if nothing had happened. Because apparently the bullet holes on the car weren’t a dead giveaway.

And then it hit. The windshield crackled into a thousand pieces as designed as bullet after bullet slammed into it. 

[color=7ea7d8]“Fuck!”[/color] Liv slammed on the brakes and slid into the intersection, then hit the gas as she pulled as hard as she could on the steering wheel. The rear tires screeched against the asphalt as she pulled away down a road towards the outskirts of town. If they didn’t get out of there fast, they’d be up to their necks in cops, not something she felt like dealing with.

[color=8493ca]“Oli, get up here and kick out the windshield for me would you.”[/color] she barked, the engine roaring as the Audi shot down the road. Three vehicles were now in pursuit of them, all chock full of your stereotypical “bad guys”, armed with assault rifles.

[color=8493ca]“Fuck it. Take the wheel.”[/color] she said, hopping out of the driver’s seat as her brother got rid of the now useless windshield. The car only veered over for a split second as her brother clambered into the now empty seat.

[color=7ea7d8]“Liv, god damn it…”[/color] he muttered to himself. He had to admit though, damn his sister could drive. 

Olivia grabbed the MP7 and loaded a fresh magazine into it, sliding herself out the opposite side passenger window. She took aim and with three precise shots, blew out the front tires of the first vehicle, sending it flying off of the road.

[color=8493ca]“One down.”[/color] 

She took aim for the second one but was interrupted by gunfire rattling the side of the car, letting out a small yelp as she dove back into the car. The second SUV pulled up beside them, big mistake. Liv aimed out the window and held down the trigger, tearing the pursuer’s window apart like it was paper. The vehicle shot forward as the now dead driver’s foot weighed down on the gas pedal, slowly drifting off of the road until hitting gravel at which point it rolled into the ditch with a satisfying crunch of metal.

[color=8493ca]“That’s two.”[/color] she said with a sly smirk. Her eyes danced in the headlights of oncoming vehicles. Something in that woman’s head was not right regardless of her occupation. She was sadistic and cruel, and she loved it. 

A loud bang rang out and the Audi’s rear wheel sent sparks up everywhere. Their back tire was gone, a mess of rubber and metal wire covering the road. Oliver slammed on the brakes and steered the uncontrollable vehicle into a farmer’s field where the corn slowly brought them to a halt.

[color=7ea7d8]“Liv, run!.”[/color] Oliver yelled, drawing his 1911 from it’s holster and flicking off the safety. 

Before long, the two were inside an abandoned barn that smelled of rotting hay. Shouting could be heard in the distance as their pursuers approached the building, weapons drawn. Liv slowly screwed on a suppressor onto FNP-45, flicking off the safety. She stood back to back with her brother, both covering an entrance to the barn.

[color=7ea7d8]“Just like old times eh sis?”[/color] he whispered, his eyes scanning for movement.

[color=8493ca]“Too much like old times.”[/color] she grinned.
Then all hell broke loose.

Six men entered the barn, three per side all armed with Hk416’s. Gunfire light up the barn and hay flew everywhere as 5.56mm rounds flew. But where were the twins? They’d been shooting at where they expected the two to be, and not where they actually were.

[color=7ea7d8]“My t[/color][color=8493ca]urn.”[/color]

Liv and Oliver almost shot in sync, the bullets leaving their guns with only the slightest whisper, biting into their opponent's flesh like the cold air around them. Thank god for subsonic rounds. The men dropped like flies around them until only one remained. Oliver leveled his gun with the man’s head while Liv brought him to the ground, binding his hands with a ziptie  before planting a swift kick into his gut. 

Oliver then holstered his pistol and cracked his knuckles, grabbing the man by the collar of his jacket and dragged him over to a chair Liv had found, planting him firmly on it. 

Liv sat back in the distance “He’s all yours Oliver. I’ll be back in a second.”

Oliver grinned and looked to the bound man [color=7ea7d8]“So, shall we have some fun?”[/color] he said, before slamming his fist into the side of the man’s face. 

[color=7ea7d8]“Let’s start off with something simple, but first you should know something. If I don’t get the information I want, I’m calling Liv in and you really don’t want her to question you. At least I leave you in one piece.”[/color]

[color=f7976a]“Fuck you..”[/color] the man spat, blood running down his lip.

[color=7ea7d8]“Alrighty, if that’s how it’s going to be.”[/color] Another punch landed, this time into the man’s gut.

Meanwhile, Liv was outside clearing the last remaining SUV. She approached with her pistol drawn, leveled at eye height in front of her. She ripped open the door and aimed in quickly but found the vehicle to be empty. Right, time to destroy the evidence. Moving over to their own vehicle, she popped the trunk and grabbed a gas can. Sure it wasn’t as clean as something an eraser would do, but it worked almost as well.

After emptying the canister on the SUV and throughout it’s inside, she grabbed a road flare from inside and lit it, tossing it behind her onto the truck.

Oliver panted, slamming another punch into the now bloodied and battered man’s face. Though it wasn’t particularly evident on his face, he was thoroughly enjoying being in an action filled position, rather than a business one for once, even though it was because they were being hunted.

[color=7ea7d8]“Who the hell are you working for?”[/color] he barked at the bound man who was barely concious, who of course didn’t respond with anything but a groan and a spit of blood. 

[color=7ea7d8]“Fine. Liv can have you.”[/color] he smirked. His sister certainly wasn’t a powerhouse, but she didn’t need strength to torture someone. Her methods were far more…..inhumane, to put it lightly.

Olivia walked back into the barn with another road flare, a pair of bolt cutters and a knife in her left hand, a gas can in her right.

[color=8493ca]“So, I here we have a tough guy? We’ll see about that.”[/color] she said playfully, her piercing eyes running over her brother’s work.

**Ten minutes later**

Liv stood crouched in front of the man who was now missing two fingers, a tooth and had a knife in his thigh, and yet he’d not given up a single thing that was useful. This had become a waste of time. 

[color=8493ca]“Fine, we’re done here. Enjoy your stay.”[/color] she smirked, nodding to her brother.

Oliver walked over with the gas can in hand and removed the cap entirely, before dumping it’s contents all over the man, soaking him in gasoline. Then, to add to the discomfort and humiliation, he tossed hay all over the man, which thanks to the liquid, stuck to him everywhere. 

[color=7ea7d8]“Liv, care to do the honors? Or shall I?”[/color]
 
[color=8493ca]“You have fun, I’ll be waiting in the car.”[/color]

Screaming filled the air as Oliver left the building and entered the car [color=7ea7d8]“I think that went rather well.”[/color] 

Olivia shot him a grin before starting the car and backing it out onto the road, driving off just as her phone buzzed with the latest text message.

[color=82ca9d]Change of plans! Meet at the safe house. You guys know where. ~ Gyles[/color]

She sped off towards the safehouse, sirens wailing in the distance behind them as they heard word of the fire. 

They arrived half an hour later in a car that looked like it had come out of a warzone. She sent off a quick text in response to Gyles before approaching the building.

[color=7ea7d8]Liv and Oli reporting in. We’re here.[/color]