Who: Jade Nguyen, + NPCs Where: Freedom Gotham When: June 15th, evening Summary: Cheshire makes her escape.
Cheshire had waited patiently for this day. The past weeks had been spent in her best behavior--not that she could do much else. And finally, it was the day she was to be transferred to the madhouse in Gotham.
The morning had started out with her average breakfast, but with a heavy dose of a sleeping drug mixed in. Cheshire recognized the taste of the drug with minimal effort, and had it identified before she finished her meal. The concoction would work its way into her system within a few hours and then they would move her once she was out.
Despite her slight immunity to most poisons and drugs, she was still human. Cheshire had felt the drug taking effect just shy of an hour and a half after her breakfast. Her eyes grew lazy and her lids drooped, her head became heavy and it took her quite a lot of effort trying to keep her head up.
Cheshire let her head dip forward instead of fighting to keep it up, and deployed the pearl method. It was one of the uncommon ways to keep herself from succumbing to the drug that she knew of. All she had to do was have a strong enough will to make it last, but that was near impossible.
She knew that she had to keep awake as long as possible, should something change in the plans.
Sure enough, as two burly guards entered her cell to strap her into the wheelchair ten minutes later, she heard snippets of their conversation. It was hard keeping herself awake, and it wasn't even within her abilities to move anymore.
...get her into the chair...
...die...
...Qurac thing...
...before she even lands...
Cheshire imagined the white pearl with as much intensity as she could, to try to stay awake longer and getting an idea of what the two men were talking about. From what she heard, it did not sound well.
...one more buckle...
Cheshire lost consciousness as they wheeled her out of her cell.
***
The next thing Cheshire thought was how cold it was.
The female bantering coming from the driver's and passenger's seat was not helping the ringing in her head. Cheshire kept her face void of expression and kept herself motionless.
She wasn't where she should be.
It would take about four or five hours at least until she would be awake. And judging from what she'd heard earlier, she would have been on the plane, and very dead by now. Instead, she was lying on a very cold and metallic surface, presumably in a van driven by the woman whose voice seemed familiar, but whose name eluded her at the moment.
Subtly, Cheshire wiggled her toes and flexed her fingers, making sure that everything was there and working fine.
Satisfied that she was perfectly intact, Cheshire opened her eyes and spun immediately. Her arm was around the driver's neck within a second, and her bare foot on the passenger's throat. This was why van's were supposed to have a separation between the front seats and the back compartment.
The van veered off track and to the left as the driver tried to regain control of the vehicle, and Cheshire held her scream as a mental attack started onto her.
Cheshire narrowed her eyes and retracted her foot. The two women were her Ravens. Psi's mental probe stopped but it left the migraine Cheshire was feeling all the more vivid.
"Hey, I'm trying to drive her, boss lady. Attack Psi for all I care, but I'd rather not die in an accident of all things." Plastique jabbed, getting a dark look from Psi, "What? You can take it."
Cheshire frowned, and crossed her arms.
"Where are we?"
"On the bridge to Gotham city, home of the big bat and his little green helpers."
"Good. Get us to the safe house."
"Already on our way. We'll be expecting our big fat cheque in a week, mind you."
Cheshire rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue. What a loyal team she had...
"Stop at the next gas station. I'm going to need a few things." Cheshire instructed, and grinned like the satisfied cat that she was.