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[COLOR=red][indent][sub][I]Valentine, Texas[/I] - [I]A Night 2 Months after the Crisis[/I][/sub][sup][right]Issue 2.01.03: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QumxOQganfo]Lady[/url][/right][/sup][/indent][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][sub][B]Interaction(s):[/B] [I]None[/I][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Previously:[/b] [I]Issue 2.01.02: [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4970707]Blue Collar Man[/url][/I][/right][/SUP][/indent][/color]

The roar of the bike’s engine hummed throughout the small town, only dwarfed by the red-headed figure’s two-word scream. It had taken her nearly a month to track down Roy after he had fallen off the map. From what she put together; SHIELD had brought him in as a consultant, he fought alongside Captain America in New York City, and then he assassinated the Director of SHIELD out of the blue and disappeared. It didn’t make sense… but the bounty on his head was certainly worth the effort in searching for him. 

[center]Especially given the fact that he abandoned her.

[i][color=orange]Just like everyone else.[/color][/i][/center]

She had been on the road with him for months. They had begun setting up patterns. Limited list of aliases, dead drops… the sort of cloak and dagger shit she could expect from someone working for the world’s largest spy organization. He kept up the tradition as he was moving, and Grace had picked up his trail in Oklahoma. He was moving rapidly towards Mexico, perhaps to try and just get out of the country to avoid any prying eyes. But she was gaining rapidly on Roy, barely eating and sleeping to make sure that she could catch up to him. And from the sights and sounds she was picking up on, she had cornered her prey. The motorcycle sped in the direction of the flashing lights, only slowing down as two police officers positioned themselves behind their cars and pointed their guns towards the lone biker. 

[center]She didn’t have time for this.[/center]

Grace gently squeezed on the brakes to slow the motorcycle down, but refused to stop. Just as the police officers began to realize that she wasn’t stopping, the Amazonian was close enough that she could swing her leg over the side of the bike and send it launching towards one of the officer’s cowering behind the door. The sickening crunch of bones snapping was only overshadowed by the loud scraping of metal as the police car’s door was ripped from the vehicle by the collision.
It took only a moment, then, until the other officer began firing off shots with his sidearm towards Grace, who had used the temporary distraction to position herself behind the same car. Once the gunshots had halted and the officer began reloading his firearm, the Amazonian exile stood up to her full height and delivered a swift kick against the police car. The tires of the vehicle squealed as it lurched a few feet, and the force knocked the officer a few yards onto his back and into a rather deep sleep.

The police captain kept the gun placed against Roy’s temple as he watched in horror as the Amazonian slowly sauntered over, the only weapons visible on her person being a whip and a sheathed sword hanging from a belt on her tight leather pants, and her sleeveless denim jacket showcased her immense strength. But the police captain dug his knee deeper into Roy’s back and readjusted the grip on his firearm. [color=gray]”You take one more fucking step and I’ll blow his damn brains out.”[/color]

Grace stopped in her tracks at this point and placed one hand on her right hip, directly next to the coil of rope dangling from her belt. With rolling eyes, she barked back, [color=orange]”They only offer money if he’s alive.”[/color]
Within a split second, Grace gripped on to one end of the lasso and slipped it out with immense strength and speed directly towards the chief. The rope coiled around the barrel of the sidearm, and yanked away the weapon just as the chief pulled the trigger. The bullet impacted against the ground, and the gun flew off into the darkness behind the Amazonian. The police chief looked in surprise towards Grace, before he regained his composure for just long enough to shove himself to his feet and reach for the truncheon strapped to his waist. 

Grace Choi didn’t take kindly to this threat, and grit her teeth as she approached the police chief. As he lifted his truncheon into the air to strike at her, Grace simply delivered one punch into the chief’s chest. A sickening crunch caused Roy to wince as the Chief flew backwards, only to end up colliding into the brick wall of the bar. Roy turned his head to see the chief not too far away from him, lying completely motionless. He wasn’t breathing.

Roy quickly scrambled up to his feet as his savior by circumstance stomped toward him. The scarlet archer raised his hands into the air in surrender. [color=red]”Grace… look, I didn’t do it.”[/color]

Grace, without so much as a word, used one hand to lift Roy into the air by his neck. She gave a slight squeeze, nearly collapsing his windpipe in the process. His feet began kicking, and his hands were desperately trying to pry Grace’s fingers off his throat. Her eyes were filled with hatred, but just as Roy could feel himself beginning to black out, she let go and dropped the vigilante to the ground. He gasped for breath on his knees, and Grace knelt next to him. [color=orange]”That’s all you have to say? That you didn’t do it?”[/color]

Roy’s bloodshot eyes turned up towards Grace’s face, and the desperation plastered on his face caught the Amazonian off guard. [color=red]”Whoever it was had SHIELD access… they tricked me into going to the scene of the crime. Killed the Director of SHIELD just so that I would become public enemy number one.”[/color] He shakily rose to his feet, coughing as he did so. [color=red]”My… the man who made me this, he reappeared. And he’s worse now than what I remembered.”[/color]

Grace sighed and rose to her feet, walking towards a nearby pickup truck and tried the door handle. It opened with ease, and she rolled her eyes at the negligence. [color=orange]”So then what’s your plan? You running away to Mexico?”[/color]
Roy shrugged as he massaged the tender flesh around his neck. [color=red]”Looking for help. I knew someone who used to live in Warpath, and figured I’d ask him. Assuming you wouldn’t show up.”[/color]

Grace’s face wasn’t visible, but Roy could have sworn he heard a near inaudible sigh between the sounds of the sparks as she got to work trying to get the engine running. It took her a moment before she responded. [color=orange]”Well, I’m here. So what do we do now?”[/color]

Almost as if on cue, the engine of the truck hummed to life. Roy sidled up to the other side of the truck’s cab and hoisted himself in as Grace resituated herself into the driver’s seat. She turned her gaze to him expectantly as she put the truck in drive. [color=red]”Oliver helped me build a place outside of Star City so that I could take up the title of Green arrow one day. 

[center]I guess now is as good of a time as any to see if it’s still around.”[/center][/color]