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Not much of a follower.

That's not very reassuring. Where are we going?

[Yes he's going to overthink everything.]

[Whine whine whine.]

I am calm.

[Yes, he's following anyway. That's not the point.]

Look. We've got one way out of this clusterfuck that isn't being guarded by the cops, and it is off the end of that dock. You in, or not?

I'll take my chances with the cops. I don't swim.

Doc. Look. I have a car waiting at the end of the alley. All we have to do is get there and my brother will drive us the fuck out of here. But we have to stay low, because there are guards on the roof.

Okay. Now listen carefully. I'm banged up so I shouldn't drive. You're gonna drive us out of here. If we get stopped, you're driving me to the hospital. [The guy who did the banging up is duct taped to himself in the trunk.]

Aw fuck. I can't leave you. How are your jumping skills?

Capable. I also have a gun and shoot fire.

...

...fuck it, that works for me. There's nobody guarding the roof. We'll jump the gap and get a block over before we head down the fire escape.

Sounds good to me. I'll let you lead, 'Cause i'm so damn generous.

Too bad. This was a nice place. You know how long its been since I went to an actual bar and relaxed? Fine. I'll follow you.

[Whining, but he's keeping his voice down, at least.]

[Seth shrugs and leads the way, up to the manager's booth overlooking the warehouse floor. There is a trap door in the ceiling of the booth.]

Yeah, well, shit like this is why I'm gonna open my own goddamn bar. [He sneaks along the wall, keeping to the shadows, one eye toward the rooftops.]

[Alex pulls the safety off his gun and puts it back in the holster.]

Everything never works out, fucking life.

Really? Let me know when you get that going. [He'll start a tab of... non-alcoholic drinks. Maybe something caffeinated. He can live a little, really.] How many guards total, any idea?

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[He gets to DRIVE?! Awesome. This practically never happens. But he doesn't need a second invitation, he'll just be heading over to the driver's seat.]

And if we don't get stopped?

Bruce, man, I don't know what the fuck is going on but there were three matching long white vans with smoked windows out front.

True enough, my man. So fucking glad I kept in trim. [He kicks in the office door and drags a chair up under the trapdoor. He pushes it open and quickly pulls himself up, letting out only a faint grunt. A quick look around, and he pulls himself up out of sight.] Roof's clear.

Well, after we duct tape this fuck underneath a bridge span, I think we're due for a goddamn drink.

[Alex pulls himself up and lifts his mask to spit out of it. Then he settles it back on his face.]

Don't mind being underestimated, though.

Now that definitely seems suspicious. Best we can hope for is military.

True enough.

[Shouting from the warehouse floor. The police have breached the door.] Damn it! Better move, only a matter of time before they figure it out! [He scrambles out of sight onto the roof.]

Military? Shit man, they must have the wrong guy or something. [Bruce just hit him as a nice guy, not the sort that would fuck with the military.] OK. C'mon.

[They are almost halfway to the end of the alley when Seth sees a sniper rifle's laser sight crawling down the wall toward Bruce's head.] Look out!

[Bruce glances up, surprised, when Seth yelled out and quickly jumps behind a dumpster. The bullet narrowly missed him. He thought he'd felt it against his neck. Bruce punches the side of the dumpster, but he's smiling a little.]

Brought the big guns out this time. They're still idiots, but I admire their marksmanship. Seth, you should get out of here. Get to your brother, drive away, and don't look back.