The sound of gunshots came from behind the rusty van which sped through the highway, passing cars every other second.
Atop the van stood the man wearing white sweatpants and red hoodie with a black t-shirt under it.
His short, crimson-red har waved in the wind.
He was wearing a pair of thick goggles over his eyes,
In his hand, he was holding a bottle of what was clearly vodka.
Inside the van were another four people including the driver.
The man standing on top of the van took a swig of the vodka directly from the bottle, he clenched his fist and it began to glow a bright red, his bones became visible through his skin.
He pulled back his fist and thrust it forward launching a bolt of fire streaking through the night sky, directly into the heavily armoured truck following them.
"TAKE THAT, ASSHOLES!" he cried with a wide grin the massive machine-gun mounted atop the armoured truck began to spin.
"Fuck..."
Seconds later, the man became riddled with holes as the bullet fire was unleashed on the car.
"Shit, Jerry's dead again..." sighed the man inside the van, he seemed unphased by the bullets that failed to penetrate the car walls and the dead comrade, he was holding a fancy wine glass filled with fragrant, red wine.
He had long, dark-purple hair that covered half of his face.
He was wearing a propper, white shirt and black vest with dress pants.
A few hairs on his chin almost resembled a beard.
He took a sip and with a snap of his fingers the corpse lying atop the car snapped back to life with nothing except damaged cloths.
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"Much appreciated, Albert!" Jerry exclaimed.
Jerry looked around and found his bottle was missing, it must have fallen off the car when he died.
"SHIT! I'M SOBER!" exclaimed Jarry as the back door to the van flung open.
"GET IN!" commanded a harsher voice, it was a man in his late forties, he wore a green sweater worn under a leather vest, atop his head he wore a cowboy hat.
He had light-coloured, blond hair with a bushy beard,
He grabbed Jerry and pulled him inside before shutting the door, just in time before the bullet fire began once more.
The cowboy-lookalike walked to the front of the van, in his hand he held a six-bullet revolver.
He looked at the driver, a young-looking girl with lime green hair and blue overalls over a light-brown shirt.
She was passed-out drunk, under any circumstance this situation would be deplorable, but that was Abby's ability, when piss-drunk, she could drive better than anyone in the world.
The cowboy, Jack pulled out a coincidentally-named bottle of whisky and downed and drank straight from the bottle until the bottle was about half empty.
His speech second away from becoming unintelligible, he turned to Abby and in with slurred speech, said:
"How bout' sum driftin'?"
Without fail, Abby spun the car to the side as Jack held the revolver out the passenger door window.
His gun began to glow a golden colour as he fired three shots in rapid succession, the window shattered for just a second before being magically fixed seconds later.
The first bullet hit the truck's tire, puncturing it before ricocheting and hitting another tire.
The second flew through the kevlar helmet of the driver and ricocheted out, hitting another two armoured civil protection officers before the third finally strick the one in the back, the officer remotely controlling the machine gun.
The black-haired woman who up until now sat on the large crate they robbed from a large factory hopped off and cracked her wrists.
She was dressed in all black, she had blue eyes but insisted on wearing red contacts, nobody except her found them cool.
"And now... I shall introduce those dogs to the power of darkness and d-" she was smacked over the head by Jerry.
"For fucks sake, Lilly, quit being edgy and just do the fucking thing!" Jerry cried.
She rolled her eyes and looked at him with disgust.
She crossed her arms.
"I'm sorry, was I the one who was covered in holes a second ago?" she asked smugly.
"Tch..." Albert sighed.
"Lilly... please... do the thing..." Jack pleaded, the alcohol in his bloodstream mostly used up for those three bullets he shot.
Lilly let out a sigh.
"Fine..."
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a few chocolates, they were valentines day rum-chocolates.
She ate a handful of the chocolates as she clapped her hands causing the truck following them and about a kilometre in that direction to burst into flames hot enough to liquify steel, at least for the first few seconds before quickly cooling down.
"If only I could have used this from the start..." she sighed.
"We can't go frying city blocks with your ability!" Jerry exclaimed.
"WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM, JERRY?!" She demanded, Jerry pushed past Lilly, closing the back door as the truck drove into a nearby forest.
"Looks like we're in the clear..." Albert sighed, taking another sip of the wine.
They continued driving through the forest, passing many hills, cliffs and rivers.
Half an hour later, the group drove straight into a cliff-side, they phased through the rock revealing a long tunnel with metal reinforcements and an entire base deeper inside.
Abby parked perfectly before opening the car door, falling flat onto the ground and crawling behind some rocks to throw up.
Lilly hopped off and marched over to her room as Jerry and Jack carried the box of loot they stole from the factory into the storage warehouse.
Albert left the van and went back to the med-bay where he spent most of his time.