[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/XT2MvAd.png[/img][/center][color=008000][right][sub][@The Bork Lazer][/sub][/right][h3]𝕆𝕝𝕕 β„π•’π•šπ• π•Šπ•₯𝕠𝕑, β„™π• π•π•π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ π•Šπ•₯𝕒π•₯π•šπ• π•Ÿ[/h3] [b]β„•π• π•§π•–π•žπ•“π•–π•£ 𝟠π•₯𝕙, 𝟚𝟘𝟞𝟜 πŸ™πŸ‘:1𝟘[/b][/color] [i]But maybe Futility didn't last forever, though... Was that right?[/i] Cass was ready to leap from her position, cut down whatever stood before her, die in the firestorm. She was always ready for that. At the very least, she liked to think that was how things were. [i]Was she right? She didn't know. She couldn't think. Everything was always too loud. The ground always tremoring, the footsteps always echoing, the world always buzzing with sensory inputs; it was like the city was screaming at her.[/i] She couldn't take it. Cass shot forward from behind the luxury car only to halt herself as immediately as possible. Had she not grinded to halt, she would have smashed right into the screeching chassis of Mackwell's car as he skidded to a halt in the perfect position. Their opposition was escaping. There wasn't time to think. There was only time to feel, to experience, to intake the sensory world. There was time toβ€” [b]"β€”ride,"[/b] was all Cass had caught from the distorted voice of her driver. She didn't hesitate, taking to the backseat in some sort of half-dive half-collapse. Cass did her best to settle in the seat from there before their speed started exponentially accelerating. She looped the strap of her monoblade around her shoulder and collected herself long enough to bring her machine pistols into her hands so they wouldn't roll back and forth in the seat. The blood that ran down the side of her face, staining her hair had Cass cursing aloud, though she felt much better as she noticed that her two colleagues were doing much worse numbers on Monica's seats. [b][color=purple]"This one's you, Mackwell."[/color][/b] The sound of her weapons' ceramics clicking together and hitting one another could be barely heard over the rev of the engine as Cass reloaded her Osuzumebachi. [b][color=purple]"I'm on standby. Get me close and I'll see what I can do."[/color][/b] With that, Cass braced her leg against Mackwell's seat and pulled the seat belt across her body. She shifted her body to view their quarry as best as she could through the window. Then, a final question hit her. [b][color=purple]"Anyone heard from Amano? My comms are dead..."[/color][/b]