12-15-2019, 10:02 AM
(Written with the consultation of [nation]Lauchenoiria[/nation])
Route 177 North, Littidinem
December 8th, 2019 - 6:45 PM
Although it was designated as a highway, Route 177 was hardly ever busy. People living in the city would never need the road taking them just beyond downtown and into the suburbs. Likewise, commuters could take Route 18 West to leave the city in a much easier fashion. The two lane road was so poorly designed that it only serviced about 700 people in a city of 1.8 million.
Until today, Annie Strousberg, loved Route 177 because of its utter lack of other drivers. She could get back to her humble abode in half the time it took any of her co-workers to get home. Additionally, the road was built in 1978, back when the Maximusian Department of Transportation was making their highways out of concrete instead of asphalt. This meant that the road never had a single pot-hole or crack to damage Annie's suspension and brakes with.
Usually a chipper woman, Annie Strousberg, employee of the Maximusian Federal Revenue Service, was looking down today. Everything was going down hill now that the advisory had been sent out to all Auroras. The DIS were fast, smart, and efficient. Annie knew that full well that if she slipped up even once it would spell doom for her entire operation. Now, more than ever before, she would have to rely on her training to survive.
As was her custom, once or twice a drive Annie would visually check to see if she had picked up a tail. On a highway these were difficult to spot but on backroads they stuck out like a sore thumb. Annie had never been tailed before but knew generally what to look for. As such, when Annie noticed a car that had been following her the whole ride also exit on the same ramp as her, she became suspicious.
Assuming it was nothing, Annie took a right turn without turning on her blinkers just to check. To her dismay, the small sedan that had been behind her suddenly swung to the right as well. Breathing heavily, Annie made another right hand turn at the next intersection. Like a mosquito on a summer night, the sedan also made a right turn. This was almost certainly a tail.
A million thoughts suddenly popped into her head. If this was the Maximusian government then her cover was blown and she would have to try to escape back to Kerlile. If it wasn't the Maximusian government then who was it? Using her training, Annie pushed these thoughts to the back of her mind. She would need to be completely in the moment to escape her pursuers.
Annie violently wrenched the car's wheel to the right one last time, sending it on its third right turn. Sure enough, the sedan followed doggedly behind. Annie's mind went into flight mode and she suddenly found herself flooring the car. Its engine moaned under the stress of suddenly accelerating from 50 km/h to well over 140. The sedan behind Annie accelerated as well.
Knowing that her best bet was to get back onto the highway, Annie floored her car onto a side road that merged with an entrance ramp after about 600 meters. She just had to make it there. Unfortunately for Annie, the sedan behind her was gaining speed faster than she was. It was a much newer model than her 2006 sedan. To make matters worse, another car suddenly rounded a corner in front of her and changed over into her lane, heading straight for her.
In a split second decision, Annie through her car over to the left, narrowly avoiding the oncoming car, which flew past her before turning around. The sedan originally behind her took Annie's split second of distraction to close the gap between the two cars. It violently slammed into her rear, causing Annie to loose control of the car. It spun out wildly, tires screeching, before going off the road and into a ditch.
Slamming her head hard against the steering wheel, Annie screamed in pain as the sudden shock of going from 150 km/h to 0 hit her. Dazed and confused, she realized she was going to have to escape on foot. Her best bet would be to make it to a nearby neighborhood, only a kilometer away if she cut through some wooded areas.
Thinking quickly, Annie reached into her car's central console and retrieved a combat knife, her only weapon, which she then used to cut her seatbelt off. Upon cutting herself free and climbing out of her vehicle, she realized that two men had exited their vehicle (the head-on sedan) and were rushing towards her. Head pounding, Annie began to sprint away as fast as her legs would carry her. She knew that if she didn't make it to the neighborhood, she was as good as dead.
The two agents were moving fast though. Although they both had large builds, they were already starting to close the gap. Meanwhile, Annie was wearing tight jeans which were seriously limiting her range of motion, forcing her strides to be far shorter than she would have liked. Additionally, after only 200 meters, Annie started to feel winded, she was running faster than she ever had and it was starting to take its toll on her cardiovascular system. Annie began to panic as she looked back and saw the agents closing the gap. Clenching her knife tightly, she realized that this was going to end in a fight.
The first man overtook her suddenly, throwing his massive body at her in an all out lunge. She easily dodged the attack and rounded on the second agent. He managed to dive out of her way just in time as she slashed at him with her knife. Undeterred, the two men regrouped and faced her down again in a split second. Again, the duo lunged at her, prompting Annie to jump back a few steps. This time Annie attacked, plunging her knife into a startled looking agent's arm just below the shoulder. He screamed in pain before stumbling backwards, giving his partner an opportunity to slam his fist hard into Annie's face. She stumbled backwards before a few steps before loosing her footing and falling to the ground. Thankfully, Annie recovered quickly and hoisted herself onto her feet just in time to intercept the uninjured agent, who slammed into her with full force, knocking her to the ground. In desperation, she slashed at his torso with her knife but was stopped by the man's broad shoulder colliding with her wrist. The injured man then dove at the poor Aurora as well, reaching wildly for her knife.
After a brief tussle on the ground. Annie was easily disarmed and overpowered. The shock of loosing really hit her as a needle was injected into her left arm, causing her sight to begin to fail. In one desperate burst of energy, she punched at the uninjured agent. Her vision suddenly began to go totally dark. Annie felt her fist lightly connect with flesh before loosing conciseness.
Back at the scene of the car wreck, two DIS agents began loading a cadaver into the driver's seat of the car. The body wouldn't fool a DNA test but it would certainly fool any first responder. After situating the body properly, the agents placed a large sack of ammonium nitrate in the passenger seat. Without emotion, the sack was rigged to detonate.
The next morning's paper would record that a young government employee was killed the night before when she lost control of her vehicle and ruptured the car's gas tank during after it crashed. Her body would be reportedly burned beyond recognition, and in more than a dozen pieces. To make a long story short, Annie Strousberg was dead.
Route 177 North, Littidinem
December 8th, 2019 - 6:45 PM
Although it was designated as a highway, Route 177 was hardly ever busy. People living in the city would never need the road taking them just beyond downtown and into the suburbs. Likewise, commuters could take Route 18 West to leave the city in a much easier fashion. The two lane road was so poorly designed that it only serviced about 700 people in a city of 1.8 million.
Until today, Annie Strousberg, loved Route 177 because of its utter lack of other drivers. She could get back to her humble abode in half the time it took any of her co-workers to get home. Additionally, the road was built in 1978, back when the Maximusian Department of Transportation was making their highways out of concrete instead of asphalt. This meant that the road never had a single pot-hole or crack to damage Annie's suspension and brakes with.
Usually a chipper woman, Annie Strousberg, employee of the Maximusian Federal Revenue Service, was looking down today. Everything was going down hill now that the advisory had been sent out to all Auroras. The DIS were fast, smart, and efficient. Annie knew that full well that if she slipped up even once it would spell doom for her entire operation. Now, more than ever before, she would have to rely on her training to survive.
As was her custom, once or twice a drive Annie would visually check to see if she had picked up a tail. On a highway these were difficult to spot but on backroads they stuck out like a sore thumb. Annie had never been tailed before but knew generally what to look for. As such, when Annie noticed a car that had been following her the whole ride also exit on the same ramp as her, she became suspicious.
Assuming it was nothing, Annie took a right turn without turning on her blinkers just to check. To her dismay, the small sedan that had been behind her suddenly swung to the right as well. Breathing heavily, Annie made another right hand turn at the next intersection. Like a mosquito on a summer night, the sedan also made a right turn. This was almost certainly a tail.
A million thoughts suddenly popped into her head. If this was the Maximusian government then her cover was blown and she would have to try to escape back to Kerlile. If it wasn't the Maximusian government then who was it? Using her training, Annie pushed these thoughts to the back of her mind. She would need to be completely in the moment to escape her pursuers.
Annie violently wrenched the car's wheel to the right one last time, sending it on its third right turn. Sure enough, the sedan followed doggedly behind. Annie's mind went into flight mode and she suddenly found herself flooring the car. Its engine moaned under the stress of suddenly accelerating from 50 km/h to well over 140. The sedan behind Annie accelerated as well.
Knowing that her best bet was to get back onto the highway, Annie floored her car onto a side road that merged with an entrance ramp after about 600 meters. She just had to make it there. Unfortunately for Annie, the sedan behind her was gaining speed faster than she was. It was a much newer model than her 2006 sedan. To make matters worse, another car suddenly rounded a corner in front of her and changed over into her lane, heading straight for her.
In a split second decision, Annie through her car over to the left, narrowly avoiding the oncoming car, which flew past her before turning around. The sedan originally behind her took Annie's split second of distraction to close the gap between the two cars. It violently slammed into her rear, causing Annie to loose control of the car. It spun out wildly, tires screeching, before going off the road and into a ditch.
Slamming her head hard against the steering wheel, Annie screamed in pain as the sudden shock of going from 150 km/h to 0 hit her. Dazed and confused, she realized she was going to have to escape on foot. Her best bet would be to make it to a nearby neighborhood, only a kilometer away if she cut through some wooded areas.
Thinking quickly, Annie reached into her car's central console and retrieved a combat knife, her only weapon, which she then used to cut her seatbelt off. Upon cutting herself free and climbing out of her vehicle, she realized that two men had exited their vehicle (the head-on sedan) and were rushing towards her. Head pounding, Annie began to sprint away as fast as her legs would carry her. She knew that if she didn't make it to the neighborhood, she was as good as dead.
The two agents were moving fast though. Although they both had large builds, they were already starting to close the gap. Meanwhile, Annie was wearing tight jeans which were seriously limiting her range of motion, forcing her strides to be far shorter than she would have liked. Additionally, after only 200 meters, Annie started to feel winded, she was running faster than she ever had and it was starting to take its toll on her cardiovascular system. Annie began to panic as she looked back and saw the agents closing the gap. Clenching her knife tightly, she realized that this was going to end in a fight.
The first man overtook her suddenly, throwing his massive body at her in an all out lunge. She easily dodged the attack and rounded on the second agent. He managed to dive out of her way just in time as she slashed at him with her knife. Undeterred, the two men regrouped and faced her down again in a split second. Again, the duo lunged at her, prompting Annie to jump back a few steps. This time Annie attacked, plunging her knife into a startled looking agent's arm just below the shoulder. He screamed in pain before stumbling backwards, giving his partner an opportunity to slam his fist hard into Annie's face. She stumbled backwards before a few steps before loosing her footing and falling to the ground. Thankfully, Annie recovered quickly and hoisted herself onto her feet just in time to intercept the uninjured agent, who slammed into her with full force, knocking her to the ground. In desperation, she slashed at his torso with her knife but was stopped by the man's broad shoulder colliding with her wrist. The injured man then dove at the poor Aurora as well, reaching wildly for her knife.
After a brief tussle on the ground. Annie was easily disarmed and overpowered. The shock of loosing really hit her as a needle was injected into her left arm, causing her sight to begin to fail. In one desperate burst of energy, she punched at the uninjured agent. Her vision suddenly began to go totally dark. Annie felt her fist lightly connect with flesh before loosing conciseness.
Back at the scene of the car wreck, two DIS agents began loading a cadaver into the driver's seat of the car. The body wouldn't fool a DNA test but it would certainly fool any first responder. After situating the body properly, the agents placed a large sack of ammonium nitrate in the passenger seat. Without emotion, the sack was rigged to detonate.
The next morning's paper would record that a young government employee was killed the night before when she lost control of her vehicle and ruptured the car's gas tank during after it crashed. Her body would be reportedly burned beyond recognition, and in more than a dozen pieces. To make a long story short, Annie Strousberg was dead.