[ He's not planning to leave a paper trail -- even with aliases. There are a dozen venues -- hospitals, auto repair shops, car dealerships, gas stations, schools, underground garages, where the vehicles are easy pickings. Night, day, it doesn't matter. Between the amount of skill shared between them, he and Korra should have little trouble finding a string of getaway cars. ]
[ Using one of his wires as a slim jim, he slips it down the window to unhook the door's lever, springing the lock. Then it's a simple matter of leaning beneath the dashboard, wrenching loose the cover on the steering column, and fishing for the starter wire bundle. After a few fumbling tries, the engine catches life. The upholstery stinks of fried chicken, empty cans and tissues strewn everywhere, a yellow-hair-tangled comb here, a half-empty tube of lipgloss there. Probably a teenage girl's car. ]
[ Theirs now. ]
[ At a sedate pace, he pulls the car onto the road. The night is balmy. A soft breeze is drawn through the open windows as they cruise through the streets; Hei keeps an eye out for cops, but also for tailgaters that might be on enemy payroll. ]
[ Without glancing at Korra, he murmurs, ]
We'll split once we're in New Mexico.
[ He knows a cobbler in Albuquerque who can fix them immaculate passports, visas, ID's -- for a price. Enough to get Hei out of the country, and Korra to wherever she plans to go. ]
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Date: 2015-03-23 12:17 am (UTC)[ He's not planning to leave a paper trail -- even with aliases. There are a dozen venues -- hospitals, auto repair shops, car dealerships, gas stations, schools, underground garages, where the vehicles are easy pickings. Night, day, it doesn't matter. Between the amount of skill shared between them, he and Korra should have little trouble finding a string of getaway cars. ]
[ Using one of his wires as a slim jim, he slips it down the window to unhook the door's lever, springing the lock. Then it's a simple matter of leaning beneath the dashboard, wrenching loose the cover on the steering column, and fishing for the starter wire bundle. After a few fumbling tries, the engine catches life. The upholstery stinks of fried chicken, empty cans and tissues strewn everywhere, a yellow-hair-tangled comb here, a half-empty tube of lipgloss there. Probably a teenage girl's car. ]
[ Theirs now. ]
[ At a sedate pace, he pulls the car onto the road. The night is balmy. A soft breeze is drawn through the open windows as they cruise through the streets; Hei keeps an eye out for cops, but also for tailgaters that might be on enemy payroll. ]
[ Without glancing at Korra, he murmurs, ]
We'll split once we're in New Mexico.
[ He knows a cobbler in Albuquerque who can fix them immaculate passports, visas, ID's -- for a price. Enough to get Hei out of the country, and Korra to wherever she plans to go. ]