Crow
I brake for nobody.
Bek was, as usual, stealing something shiny. He climbed down from his perch on top of the mansion that he'd so quietly broken into. And then he very not quietly got into his car and began singing along to some music on the radio.
A weird noise came from behind him, and he sighed in exasperation as several police officers on swoop bikes came roaring down on him. Frakking hotshots and their ill-advised transportation choices. The first one who came up got a cutting laser through the maneuvering vanes of his bike, and spun away into another one, yelling in horror as both bikes exploded.
[member='Gabriel Rethalie']