[center][b]Oct. 14, 2016 || Fuller Park || 6:35am[/b][/center]

[i]Fan-fucking-tastic.[/i]

The Toy King suppressed a groan as the dark pavement was illuminated by red and blue, the annoyingly familiar siren blaring into the night. The fuzz. Just what they needed. They shot a glare at the approaching vehicle, though it had little affect thanks to the mask.

[i]So this is why I stay out of shit like this.[/i]

The police were no stranger, and neither was the interior of a police car. The King had faced trouble with them in the past. Nothing major, though. Vandalism, street fights, trespassing; stuff that warranted a quick drive in the back before they could manage to hop out and run. But that was then, when the alleyways actually felt safe and the more deplorable city areas a safe haven. Things were different now. There'd be no telling who'd get caught and revealed. They needed to act, and act fast.

[i]"Get the car guy!"[/i]

A blur of motion caught their eye was one of the Vig's (Who were they again? Slugger? Arc?) dashed forward and slammed his bat into one of the Feds. The officer jerked in pain, dropping the gun a good few feet away. The King stared, momentarily stunned and confused on whether this guy was ballsy as hell or just plain stupid, before gathering their bearings and drawing their pipes. Stupid or no, the guy's action opened up a much needed opening.

The cop in the car had turned away, more concerned about his partner than the currently onrushing Toy King. They threw open the door, the flabbergasted look on the officer's face near comical. In a fluid motion, they managed to grab him and drag him out the car. They tossed their pipe in the air and caught the spiked end before slamming the blunt end into the officer's head with a sickening [i]crack.[/i] The officer went limp, a surge of satisfaction filling the King before a sharp pain in their hand caught their attention. Though their gloves were worn and tough, it didn't do much to stop the wire and nails to dig into their palm.

Putting away their weapon, the Toy King looked around uneasily. There'd be more cops coming soon. Unnecessary trouble for an already troublesome night. They glanced over at the other Vig's, more specifically at the injured Flare. As easy as it'd be, it didn't quite feel right to leave them here. Damn moral compass. Still, they needed to get out of here, fast.