Safe and Sound (Star Wars: The Bad Batch AU)

Chapter 18

Hunter pressed his earpiece, running to the first floor, "We've been tricked- they don't have Omega."
"WHAT?" Multiple voices broke out.
Rafa went after Fox, knowing the direction he went. They were hoping to corner him and get some answers.
She was on his tail. "Fox! What have you done with Omega?!"

He glanced behind him. He couldn't see her, due to the bright light of the flashlight. Quickly, he turned a corner. She followed suit. He went around a few more corners, then hid behind an open door. He could see the light of her flashlight go past it. After a few long minutes, he heard her footsteps leave. He patiently waited another minute before moving from his hiding place. He pulled his gun from his holster, and sneaked up behind Rafa, hitting the back of her head with the butt of the gun. She collapsed.
Swiftly, he made his way back towards one of the exits.

"They just left the building," Crosshair hissed, "He's running towards his car."
Crosshair kicked the bike stand and turned the key for the ignition. It stalled. He tried a couple more times. It sputtered.
"Dank farrik," he said as he saw Tarkin's vehicle leave the parking lot. Three more identical cars followed suit, one followed Tarkin going left, the other two went right.
"This was a setup. Omega must be in one of those white vans. Choose one and chase them down!" Hunter said in his earpiece.

Crosshair tried again and his engine sputtered to life. He revved the engine and went after Tarkin. But, his siblings were pulling into the road to follow the vehicles, causing them to almost hit him. He went around one of them and onto the weeds to avoid them. Once past them, he went back onto the road and sped towards the white vans. He was pretty far behind- roughly 600 yards behind (548.64 meters). Why would Tarkin keep Omega in one of the vans instead of handing her over? The vans turned right, following the road. There's no reason to not hand her over. Unless... He shifted gears and caught up with the second van. They don't have Omega either. It started swerving, trying to prevent him from getting to Tarkin. If they had Omega, they wound't be driving so carelessly. Crosshair slowed down a bit, pulled out his pistol, and shot the back right tire. The van slowed a bit and drifted off toward the side of the road. Quickly, Crosshair zoomed past and fired a couple times behind him, hitting their windshield and front tire.  
They won't be coming after me.

Crosshair looked ahead. They were coming up onto a bridge over a highway. He reached behind his back, trying to feel around for a small, round device- almost like a disc. He found it behind his jacket, clipped on his belt. He took off the disc, holding it in front of him. As he turned it on, he got close enough to the van to throw it underneath it. He tossed it under the van then pulled the brakes. As soon as he was at a safe distance, the disc exploded. The back of the van soared into the air, flipping over the van. It skidded across the road, spun a bit as the screeching of metal against concrete filled the air. Crosshair approached the vehicle, stepped off his motorcycle, and walked to the van. The airbag had gone off. He tried the door- locked. He went back to his motorcycle and grabbed his rifle. With the butt of his rifle, he broke the window. He reached inside, unlocked it, then opened the door and dragged Tarkin out of the van.

"Where's Omega?" Crosshair hissed.
Tarkin scooted back.
"Tell me," Crosshair gave a warning shot, just missing his head.
Tarkin glanced behind Crosshair. Fox had crawled enough out of the car to get a good aim on Crosshair.
Crosshair had seen the gesture, whipped around and shot Fox's hand holding the gun. Fox screamed in pain.
"I don't think you need any more warning." Crosshair hissed, turning back to Tarkin.