“Redline”
- Eddies
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Ryan smirked at Jossy's enthusiasm, taking a slow drag from his own cigarette as she tried her best to play it cool. He gave a small nod.
"Yeah, hit me."
Ryan's eyes lit up sky blue, the Kiroshi optics briefly at work. "I'll run it by the crew, see how you fit in." The words were easy, but they carried weight. If Joss could pull her weight, she'd earn her spot.
He barely had time to finish his smoke before the first distant shouts outside turned into something uglier. The bass-heavy thump of the club made it hard to hear at first, but the tension in the air shifted. Something was wrong. His fingers instinctively tensed near Jossy's beer bottle, sharp eyes flicking toward the entrance.
Then the doors blew open, and hell poured in.
Lizzie's neon glow turned blood-red as the first wave of Lacers crashed into the bar. Wild, chrome-plated bastards, howling and swinging like they owned the place. A gunshot cracked, a scream followed, and suddenly, the music wasn't the loudest thing in the room anymore. Smashing the beer bottle over the counter-top, Ryan moved before he thought. Pressing his hand on Jossy's back and flipping over the bar in front of them as the first shots rang out.
Bottles shattered, glass raining over the bar top. The percussion of gunfire mixed with the flashing strobes, turning the room into a disorienting warzone. One of the Mox, shrieked before getting cut off by a brutal crunch. He reached for Newt's collar, his grip firm as he tried to pull him aside. "Stay low, keep breathing." His eyes flicked to Jocelyn. "You still wanna run with us? Looks like your goddamn audition."
They just needed to make it out, they could stay down and out of the fight if they wanted but Ryan was a fighter. He'd carve his own way out. He stood up as a Lacer approached with a knife brandished, shoving the broken bottle immediately into the man's neck with one hand, while subsequently twisting his arm to take the knife with his other.
The knife swiveled in his hand, reverse grip, ready to go. He just needed an iron.
"Yeah, hit me."
Ryan's eyes lit up sky blue, the Kiroshi optics briefly at work. "I'll run it by the crew, see how you fit in." The words were easy, but they carried weight. If Joss could pull her weight, she'd earn her spot.
He barely had time to finish his smoke before the first distant shouts outside turned into something uglier. The bass-heavy thump of the club made it hard to hear at first, but the tension in the air shifted. Something was wrong. His fingers instinctively tensed near Jossy's beer bottle, sharp eyes flicking toward the entrance.
Then the doors blew open, and hell poured in.
Lizzie's neon glow turned blood-red as the first wave of Lacers crashed into the bar. Wild, chrome-plated bastards, howling and swinging like they owned the place. A gunshot cracked, a scream followed, and suddenly, the music wasn't the loudest thing in the room anymore. Smashing the beer bottle over the counter-top, Ryan moved before he thought. Pressing his hand on Jossy's back and flipping over the bar in front of them as the first shots rang out.
Bottles shattered, glass raining over the bar top. The percussion of gunfire mixed with the flashing strobes, turning the room into a disorienting warzone. One of the Mox, shrieked before getting cut off by a brutal crunch. He reached for Newt's collar, his grip firm as he tried to pull him aside. "Stay low, keep breathing." His eyes flicked to Jocelyn. "You still wanna run with us? Looks like your goddamn audition."
They just needed to make it out, they could stay down and out of the fight if they wanted but Ryan was a fighter. He'd carve his own way out. He stood up as a Lacer approached with a knife brandished, shoving the broken bottle immediately into the man's neck with one hand, while subsequently twisting his arm to take the knife with his other.
The knife swiveled in his hand, reverse grip, ready to go. He just needed an iron.