An Anon's Journey: Remnant Act 1

V2E7: Road Rage

A FAT, SLOPPY 9.3K WORDS CHAPTER COMING RIGHT AT'CHA 

Car horns and claxons blared as a yellow trail zigzagged at high speed in the busy streets of Vale. Yang didn't care much at the moment. Right now, her friends are in trouble and she'll be damned if she isn't there to help them. Neptune sat in the sidecar, holding on for dear life at Yang's reckless driving.

Anon however was busy looking at the highway and mentally compared it to the highway fight scene during Painting the Town. He noticed a tall skyscraper that was right bang where the fight will happen. Anon tapped on Yang's stomach.

"Go to that building and drop me off there!" He commanded.

Yang glanced at the building and thought about why he wanted to be there. Then she remembered the big fucking gun that Ruby worked on during the break.

"Right."

She zipped between two moving trucks and earned another blaring horn and a few middle fingers.

...

With the loud screeching of tires, Yang drifted to a halt in front of the building facing the highway. Upon closer inspection, some of the architecture was almost touching the highway itself. Anon hopped off the bike and circled around to retrieve the case. Neptune let out a sigh of relief.

"Finally~! Some space!" He elated.

"Don't be relieved too quickly." Anon spoiled his fun. "In the coming minutes, a big fucking robot is going to rampage across the highway."

He pointed to the pair then to the road.

"Your jobs are to keep him away from the civilians," he explained. "Even if you have to get in Blake or Sun's way, they can take it."

"Civvie protection, got it." Yang shot a thumbs up. "Anything else?"

Anon lugged the case on his back.

"Be as much of a nuisance until the whole team is gathered, then we can rock the bastard like a mother fucking hurricane."

Yang smiled wickedly.

"Oh, I can't wait to make him pay for the docks!"

Anon turned around, sparing Yang from the dead look in his eyes.

"He will, in time."

He gave them a two-finger wave.

"Now go! You got huntswoman shit to do!"

Yang sped out on the asphalt before zooming away like a rocket. Anon looked at the building's top, lifting and adjusting the case on his back.

"I hope my aim's still good at long range."

...

The automatic double doors slid out of his way, a small digital chime tinkling robotically. The place was... Corporate, for the lack of a better term. It looked friendly and inviting but the more you look at it, the more you can feel how soulless it all was beyond the warm and bright colours adorning the walls and the comfortable-looking sofas. At the reception was a single bored receptionist.

The receptionist was an admittedly beautiful man impeccably dressed in bright colours. Though his beauty was tarnished by a horrible case of resting bitch face. His gray and white gradient hair alone looked like it took ages to maintain, with only his delicately manicured hands and his short-trimmed beard looking even remotely as annoying to maintain. Said nails were almost as long as his fingers and gaudily varnished to boot.

In short, he was effectively a gender-bent female receptionist stereotype played straight.

He looked up from his scroll, chewing on something disinterestedly.