IC: On the third floor

[coffee demon]

"Jesus! Be careful!"

Andrei is gripping the edges of his seat, but in the rearview mirror Maks can see he's wide-eyed and grinning from ear to ear.

As soon as Timour fires a shot, Andrei gets serious again.

"What the hell are you doing? If you hit a bystander..."

Andrei is obviously not thinking about the implications of what will happen if they catch the car. A car chase is fine, but gunfire seems out of line.

[Raiko]

The getaway driver spots Timour aiming his pistol and swerves wildly to evade the gunshot. The bullet ricochets harmlessly off the road.

[OOC: Sorry about the wait]

[Maksim Rukov]

Maksim continues to look for a good point to try a PIT manouevre. "Careful," he says to no one in particular as the car swerves.

[coffee demon]

Andrei leans forward, between the two drivers in the front seat, trying to get an ideaof how many people are in the car they're chasing.

[Raiko]

Pulling almost alongside the Hudson, Maksim swerves towards it’s rear wheel attempting to spin the other vehicle around, but once again the other driver is too quick, although sparks fly as the two bumpers scrape together.

Andrei can clearly see that the other vehicle is occupied by two negroes.

[OOC: No need for spot hidden when you’re this close, so the failed roll doesn’t matter]

[Maksim Rukov]

"When at first you don't succeed, try, try again," says Maksim, looking for another point to make an attempt.

[coffee demon]

Andrei uncharacteristically swears out loud. He can't believe what Maks is trying to do. It suddenly hits him that this could turn into another dangerous fight.

"Try not to kill them - we need to find out what..." He smashes against the side of the car as Maks swerves again, interrupting his train of thought.

Andrei is going to buckle up or hold on as tightly as he can - if the car crashes, he doesn't want to die. Or break his neck. Or legs.

[Maksim Rukov]

Maksim whoops as Andrei swears. This is what he lives for. It doesn't even occur to him that he might fail badly enough that they might all die. All he sees is victory. All he feels is the pounding of his heart and the rush of adrenaline.

To him, this is the life. Him, the car, and an audience.

[Timour Rukov]

Even though Timour could have easily emptied two clips into the car and both the men inside of it he holds off to allow his brother his entertainment.

"Ok fun's over," he says as Andrei starts to whine again like a child, or was it a little girl?

It didn't matter as he drew a careful bead on the vehicle's front tire, compensated for the fact the man might swerve again and fired.

Possible damage.

[Raiko]

Timour’s second shot hits the Hudson’s tyre shredding it instantly. The driver fights bravely to keep his car under control, but the Hudson smashes straight into a lamppost, throwing both driver and passenger clear of the vehicle.

Maksim brings the car to a halt, and the investigators turn to survey the scene.

The driver has slid bloodily along the sidewalk and hit a shop wall, his broken body is grotesquely twisted, and there is no chance that he survived.

His passenger also slid some distance along the ground, but somehow survived. Miraculously he gets to his feet and drawing his machete, begins to stagger towards Thomas’ car.

[Timour Rukov]

Timour doesn't say word and merely snaps a shot at the assassin's weapon arm.

A non-lethal hit intended to keep him alive for questioning.

Possible damage.

[Raiko]

The bullet strikes the assassin’s right arm, he drops the machete and collapses to his hands and knees in the road, but it doesn’t look like he’s given up yet.

[Maksim Rukov]

Maksim gets out of the car, gun drawn, and aims over the bonnet at the man. "Freeze! Stop where you are!" He calls out to any witnesses: "Someone get the cops."

[coffee demon]

Andrei opens his door, but when the man stands up with a machete, he hesitates, taking cover behind the car and watching.

[warhammer]

"Careful." says Thomas as he leaps out of his car. "He dropped the machette but he may have other dirty tricks."

Thomas draws his gun and uses it to threaten the wounded man at point blank, as he approaches and kicks the machette away from him. He really doesn't want to shoot at a man who is on all fours on the ground, but if he is attacked he will have no choice but to fire in self-defense, although he'll attempt to shoot a leg and not a vital part.

"Do you speak English? English? Stand still and we won't attack you." he tells the man.

(OOC: How many bystanders are there?)

[Maksim Rukov]

"We'll need an ambulance, people," Maksim says loudly, then looks around for a nearby phone booth. Holding a gun on a dying man is making him nervous. He much preferred not seeing his victim's face. This was not the same as being in a bi-plane.

"Timour, watch him." He'll holster his gun and go for a phone. If there isn't one on the street, he'll commandeer one inside a building. Once there, he'll get an operator to patch him through to both police and an ambulance.

<<They better not arrest me for this,>> he murmurs as he runs.

[Timour Rukov]

<<"Why do we have a doctor on staff if we're planning to rush people to the hospital?">>

"Nyet," says Timour bitterly, "we tie him up, load him into the trunk and take him back to the Downing place. He doesn't see a cop until we're finished with the bastard."

[Maksim Rukov]

Maksim slows as he hits the footpath a dozen or so feet away from the assassin, Timour's instructions echoing through his mind. He swears, confused, and kicks the asphalt, looking back to see what the assassin does.

<<This isn't Russia!>> he says, but confusion wracks his voice. He really doesn't know what to do.

[warhammer]

"No loading people in the trunk," firmly objects Thomas, "we're civilised people, not gangsters. Are you out of your mind?"

Thomas had seen enough cases of street violence in his life, both during his youth and later on while doing his job. He knew concealing bodies, as well as being ethically debatable, was also never a good idea in regards with the law and its consequences.

[Timour Rukov]

"Civilized people? You draw that term like a gun, Thomas," hisses Timour without an ounce of compassion in his voice.

"Did this dog act so civilized when he hacked up that innocent bystander on the 3rd floor?" he snaps while looking to Maksim. "Or when he and sick friends did whatever the hell they managed to do to Jackson?" he growls boring his gaze into Andrei, "I'll save my more civilzed thoughts for more civilized people, thank you very much, and for now I say we tie this son-of-a-bitch up and interrogate him until he tells us who he's working for and why he went after Elias!"