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[url=https://youtu.be/y1TU9Ke8Bo4][i]Take a ride on the Black Dragon!
Room enough for everyone!
Take a ride on the Black Dragon!
If ya down and need some fun![/i][/url]

Promise security forces had caught up to D fairly soon after his escapade from the Pioneer Clinic. Just like last week, they all found themselves in a chase running through the busier parts of the station -  busy, at least, for how late it was getting. The pursuing officers were on their tri-wheel patrol vehicles again, and had more space to maneuver without fear of running any folks over by accident. But with how some of them were driving this time, you could maybe hazard a guess that they didn’t care about that sort of thing.

D was on his skates, nitro boosts taking him up and down the ramps going through floor after floor. He could have gone down into the brush again, but something in him felt like they’d be expecting that and have forces on standby to sniff him out. Besides, last week’s chase was over so quickly that it couldn’t have been nearly enough fun for anyone involved, so he elected to keep going this time.

Tight turns, wild jumps, the works - they were all put in effect to keep the guards on their best senses. At some point, he decided to swerve around in order to skate backwards for just a few moments, waving at his pursuers like a child. The moment he turned back, however...

As if lying in ambush it came from around a building corner. Sleek, white, narrow. Hovering above the ground on four giant fans, all spinning fast enough to project their force outward. Twin fins on the undercarriage like a fish, and a big glass window stretching over the driver.

D had made a mistake.

[i]TAKE A RIDE ON THE BLA-[/i]

The moment he turned around, he collided with the passenger’s side of the hovercraft. His helmet took the almighty brunt of the impact, cracking the vehicle’s reinforced glass only slightly, while his own helmet suffered much more gruesome damage. Little shards of screen flew outward, his normal happy, grinning face suddenly becoming a mess of random colors and jagged shapes. He fell backward onto the floor beneath him, the impact having just enough force to nudge the hovercraft only a little bit forward.

The other officers on their smaller vehicles pulled up and formed a perimeter around their fallen target. The gentleman from before, Radvi, had led the charge again. He dismounted his ride and ran over to D’s side, seeming concerned for his well being.

Odd, that.

“Jesus Christ!” The driver of the hovercraft exclaimed, opening up the cockpit to get a better view of the scene. “Did you see that?”

“Landon, what the hell is wrong with you?!” Radvi called out angrily.

“Hey, he crashed into [i]me[/i]!” Landon replied, almost sounding insulted.

Radvi returned his attention to D. “You still alive?” He said, strangely concerned about his target’s current status. D, helmet still a broken mess, was putting out garbled mishmashes of sound clips and songs, with a low and distorted laugh on top of it all. He slowly raised a hand, and gave Radvi a thumbs up before dropping it back down.

Sturdier than he looked.

“Get a medical team here! Now!” Radvi called out to one of his subordinates. Nearby civilians watched as the scene played out.

[i]Unfortunate turn of events.[/i]