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BABY WE WERE BORN TO RUN
WHERE: THE STREETS OF THE CITY
WHEN: Duration of the event
WHAT: PRISONER TRANSPORT/RESCUE
WARNINGS: Violence and language likely
OOC NOTES: This is a starter log to help kick off the event. Feel free to use or post your own!
The transport process isn’t a fun one. Captured Metas are outfitted with power-nullifying handcuffs and collars, chained into the back of a heavily armored prison transport vehicle. Normally there’s a huge procession that goes alone with this: more back up vehicles, overhead support, government loyal metals in every vehicle. But this rush of new arrivals has pushed the system to its limits- there’s never been a need to accommodate more than a specific number of known Metas. It has the guards in the vehicles on edge, jumpy as they try to navigate through the City without the usual back up. And it’s a strain the resistance is more than ready to push to the breaking point.
In addition to transporting new arrivals to their reprogramming, there are the already-present Meta prisoners that must still be shuffled around, causing a mix of old and new in the vehicles. And irresistible targets for liberation for the resistance groups. When the transport is hit, which will the new Metas side with? Your captors you may still be able to gain a comfortable life working with? Or the rebellion fighting their way into the vehicle?
Flash / Bart Allen | AU Double Agent | OTA
Still, he had to try to keep his job, which meant attempting to talk to some of the transfers, keeping them calm, all the while waiting for a chance to show he was still on what deep down he definitely considered the wrong side. Government wasn't meant to take over like this, but if anyone knew he wasn't all in, he'd be added to the human cargo in a heartbeat.
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On the bright side, Bart is no slouch at protecting himself. And she doesn't go radio silent when she's inside the mech, which means she can warn him about, say, incoming projectiles even as he dodges one of her own punches.
"Duck." It's her real voice, unaltered, low and tired. No one else will hear it.
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They're playing cat and mouse, most of the time, Bart isn't sure who is what role. Today, for example, he knows the real mission is buying the resistance some time to relieve the transports of as many of the new metas as possible. And possibly some of the older transfers. People who are too valuable to be left in government hands. But he has to actually do his job as security, at least well enough to look like he's trying.