Re: Diner Escape: Gwen, Flash (+Jason & The League NPCs)
The roof of the mechanic's offered the best vantage point, and that was where Jason was standing, concealed behind a corner, when Gwen approached the diner. He was still there when Flash alerted him to the presence of the extra guards - and he was gone by the time the two of them left through the back door.
He'd already circled around to the woods beyond the diner. If Gwen's tail had a few extra appendages, that's where they'd be hiding.
He moved from shadow to shadow with a quiet and speed that came from years of hard practice rather than natural ability. He'd never been the most graceful of his brothers, but he could be fast and subtle when necessary. A year with the League hadn't hurt either, much as it sucked to admit it. Turning their skills back on them, though, was pretty satisfying. And they weren't doing anything to Gwen ever again. He'd promised her he would help her escape, and that fact that it had taken this long only made his resolve that much stronger. She wouldn't be going back, no matter what happened tonight.
The two guards with guns were vigilant and on the lookout, one halfway into a tree, the other near the edge of the clearing, eyes on the diner. They were well-trained enough, but bored of a boring, neverending job -watch a harmless girl work a shift at a diner. Even the most devoted soldier would be worn thin by doing nothing but watch nothing, day after solitary day. It meant they weren't expecting a strike from the dark, a low kick, a thrown projectile bouncing neatly off their skulls.
The one in the tree tottered backward, and Jason had to fight his strong impulse to let him fall like a stone.
He caught the idiot and laid him out. Two down, two to - shit. "They're on wheels," he said, into the comm in his ear, and took off at a flat run after the car now screaming out of the woods toward the diner parking lot.
Reaper whipped out some pistols, so so much for non-lethality. That kept going out the window so fucking fast lately. Jason was shrouded in a hoodie, no recognizable helmet, so he wasn't much more than a sprinting dark shape in the headlights of car number two when it burst from the treeline behind car number one. He cursed, dove out of its path, and rolled away as it thundered down on Reaper.