narrative: renegade WHO: Pella Castle WHAT: Saturday, July 13th, late afternoon. On the way home from her visit to The Raft, Pella's car is bombed. There are no content warnings because this is a really short preface to the actual clusterfuck; there's no violence under the cut.
All things considered, Pella went to her prison visits expecting a firefight inside the Raft, not trying to drive away from it. Trying being the operative word; it was difficult to drive your car when someone had already blown it up.
Armed with a handgun, no body armor and a pregnant belly, Pella crouched behind a nearby van and ignored the smell of her burning car. She wasn't upset about the car, but she'd been attached to the rifle she kept in the trunk. She was surrounded by gang members in street clothes; to a passerby, they looked like pedestrians, pausing to stare at the car blazing in the parking lot.
And she knew she was fucked if she didn't handle this well. Gun in her right hand, Pella dialed her phone with her left.