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Anton cringed as the cop wound up his arm. Instead of the impending crack of the night stick over his poor skull that he'd expected, he heard a cry of surprise and a solid thud. He uncurled his lanky legs to see his attacker on his back with Lilith standing over him, night stick clutched firmly in her hand.
He wasted no time rising to his feet. "Thanks, I owe you one." he said, eyeing the cop uncertainly, not sure whether to continue the assault or back off for now. Quickly deciding on the latter, he spun towards the cruiser. "Our stuff, we need our stuff..."
“Damn,” Middy whistled appreciably, obviously impressed. The fact that Lilith had single-handedly taken down two well-trained officers was not a fact that either male simply dismissed. In fact, the odds were in their favor at that point – three against one wasn’t exactly fair, but these were unfair circumstances that called for action instead of inaction. Fisticuffs weren’t exactly his strongest suit, but he could handle himself fairly well in a fight if necessary. While Lilith was distracted with beating the police into unconsciousness, Middy tossed an errant glance to Anton and then to the police cruiser and then to the sudden appearance of the two battered cops sprawled in interesting positions on the ground. He sucked on his teeth and quickly perused their pockets for the keys, not bothering to heed the still conscious officer. He figured that Lilith could properly distracted him while he pilfered for the keys to the distant police cruiser. When he scrounged the keys from the depths of one of the officer’s pants pocket, he bounced back up from his heels and jangled the keys in front of Anton’s face. “Race ya,” he said, smiling crookedly.
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"I'll remember that." Lilith said with a taunting wink. She watched as Midnight quickly took advantage of the situation and found the keys to the cruiser. She smirked at the interaction between the two boys, finding comedy in it all, but once her attention turned back to the knocked-out officers, her face fell. It was definitely time to get out of here.
"Shot gun!" Lilith called as she sprinted past the two trainers, hoping to make it to the cruiser's passenger side before anyone else. Despite the playful antics, she was pretty serious about leaving. Even if the police came at them first, who would believe them? The other officers would surely take the side of their comrades and whatever lie they conjured rather than the unlikely tale of the three trainers, two with criminal records.
Anton gave a startled half-smile, half-grimace toward Midnight as he shook the keyring in his face. "Shit, yes, let's get out of here." he said shakily, the adrenaline rush he'd felt earlier slowly trickling away. He jumped, startled by Lilith's sudden shout. He watched her race for the passenger seat eagerly.
With a quick nervous glance over his shoulder, Anton followed suit. "They're not going to forget this." he muttered, sidling up by the back door of the cruiser and opening it with shaking hands. "Shit. Just, fuck today. Fuck."
"You don't miss a trick, do you, Sherlock?" Midnight teased Anton as soon as he was behind the wheel and sliding the ignition home, revving the engine. Despite instigating the competition, he had been the last to race to the forlorn vehicle, making certain that the unconscious police officers would remain unconscious during their escape. He had relieved them of their equipment during the process, making damn sure they wouldn't have a way to communicate with headquarters. He tossed what he had salvaged onto the floor of the passenger side after sliding into the driver's seat, allowing the salvaged equipment to explain itself for the sluggishness of his arrival. Once he had managed to get the vehicle down the rutted back road did he try to assuage their worries. "They'll have hell of a long walk ahead of them," he announced. "I made sure they wouldn't be able to call reinforcements." He offered them a toothy grin. "Don't worry kiddos, Daddy-o's got it under control."