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— Imperial Warren => Tokyo —[/center]

Ben froze as he was addressed. He turned to see yet another young girl.

"I- No. I'm not."

The mention of alchemy brought to mind the destructive moranth munitions used by Malazan sappers. Something he worked very hard to be as far as possible from. In his opinion, as brave and skilled as they were, every one of them had to be insane in some way.

"I'm a mage and aren't you a little bit lightly dressed for this weather?"

[@Raineh Daze]

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— Rikers Island Prison, NYC —[/center]

With the first gunshot dozens more rang out on both sides as the situation dissolved into a giant firefight on the bridge. Flagg paused as bullets richeted off of the ground around him and shattered windows. He looked up and across the bridge in time to see the second of his prisoners drop to the ground.

This was not in the plan at all. Flagg walked briskly to one of the armoured police vehicles and climbed inside, accelerating through the police barricades and smashing through the line of vehicles and those taking cover behind them. Bullets bounced off of the vehicle and spiderwebbed the windshield but he didn't exactly need to be precise to smash through the gates with two dozen tons of steel.

The van skidded to a stop and He threw open the door.

"Get in folks. Last chance."

As the handful of convicts closest piled in he pulled a tire screeching u-turn and sped back across the bridge. This wasn't at all going as expected.

[@VitaVitaAR]