<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Ada, Paradox &amp; Dominic Sugar</div><div class="spoiler_body">OOC: I am not presently entirely sure what I can post, it seems that Paradox most likely holds the key to continuing, on what he replies to Ada and Dominic there, and I'll assume he is going to head to the scene in which case I will post on that once I have a confirmation. I wont yet, since he might have some idea of stopping by somewhere in the way or such, or something else entirely, so wont just post Ada and Paradox arriving to the other scene yet. As for Dominic, I am not entirely sure what to reply before having that bit of business decided between him and Paradox. My apologies for this.</div></div><br/><strong>Myriad (NYC) @the accident</strong><br/><br/>The man with the submachinegun grimaced and pointed it at her insistently. He seemed less than pleased with the situation and what she was saying, but his voice rose in response. "Lovely. That means we will just have to capture another one of you later I suppose if we cant take this one alive. I say it again, come along, and step into the van, or we will put both you and your companion ready for county black bags to dispose of your remains in." He lifted the gun, firing a burst against the car's side, screaming civilians backing off. These guys were not even prtending to be officers here.<br/><br/>"You either get in willingly, or we will shoot and drag you with us, dead, injured or alive, your companion stays here either way. Whether or not he has a few more injuries is of no conc-"<br/><br/>As he was stopping a police car approached, and he cussed. "Son of a- Shoot them!" The man's shout made the fellow with the shotgun turn towards the police car, and a second later a booming shot accompanied the police car stopping on the spot, its hood bursting open with smoke rising from underneath, the police in the car taking cover.<br/><br/>"You were saying?" The man smirked at Valerie, before a gunshot made him jerk, the vest he wore seeming to stop the shot but the figure of Mike rising over the police car's passenger side door to fire his service revolver at the fellow's back could be made out quickly. Already on the move when they got the news no doubt, to get here as fast.<br/><br/>It only made the shotgun wilder aim at the car, and Mike, again, the third guy having backed away against the van's side, the guy with the submachine gun a bit stunned for a second groaning about the shot having still hurt like a bitch even through the bullet proof vest.