Chase

12

March 27th
2016
06:34 am
Memorial Drive, Calgary, AB
51.04875° N, 114.0198° W

    Traffic was murder. They were telling the truth when they said construction was a season in Canada. As Annie drove her 'borrowed' car to the final coordinates—along Memorial Drive NE—she could see the old blue truck Hank had stolen two vehicles head of her. She was so close to the package she could practically taste the victory, but with all the obstacles in the way she couldn't get to it. At least not yet.

    Grabbing Forty-two's stolen handgun, she jammed the gas pedal with some of the junk she found in the glove box before jumping out of the car. The car rammed into the van in front of it, which then slammed into the car in front of it, which wasn't a surprise, considering how close the van was driving.

    Calmly walking towards the truck and shooting as wildly as possible to cause panic, she smiled as cars veered into each other and blocked the road. Hank, however, just happened to be a crazy driver. He slowly drove the truck in between two semis, then turned wildly and gunned it into oncoming traffic, crashing his truck over two barriers and into the park on the other side of road. Sighing, Annie sprinted through the crashed cars and onto the grass just in time to see the truck slam into the Bow River. That didn't go as planned.

    Dashing through the park, she jumped into the cold water and swam out to where the truck was starting to float downstream. Hank had somehow managed to get on top of the hood and was now panicking in a very orderly fashion as he tried to keep himself from falling in. That was all for nothing, since Annie grabbed the small box out of his hands and kicked him over the side of their makeshift boat. Checking her coordinates on her (thankfully waterproof) phone, she realized that she was almost exactly on top of the box's destination. Looking around, she noticed a small door in the banks of the river right where she needed to go. She dived off the truck and swam as best she could with one arm on the box. Grabbing the handle and smashing the rusty lock, she slipped inside and found herself in a long hallway brightly lit with fluorescent lights. After letting go of the door and sliding into the walls a couple times, she regained her balance and was able to walk to the other end of the hall. Looking to her left, she finally found out who the man was working for. Thereon a metal door, was the symbol of The Alberta Protection Sector (also known as T.A.P.S), one of the secret branches of the Canadian government. Whoever designed the symbol, two circles around a wild rose, wasn't very creative. She had had run-ins with their agents before, and while they were a well trained force to be reckoned with when she first started out as a mercenary, she found them to be more annoying than anything now that she had more experience. Either way, it was best that she avoided them. But here she was, inside one of their bases, hunting down whoever wanted the package; which she knew wasn't safe to open at her current location.

    Opening the door and marching down the hallway, she took out her taser. She knew that the place was most likely a maze, but she tended to rely on luck a bit more than she would like. Traveling through random corridors and occasionally tasering agents, she made her way to where she thought the director's office might be.