The sounds of the thunder echoed across Costa Esmeralda as a tropical storm slowly moved in. A deep growl of a motorcycle followed by more shook the streets, as 4 of them race through the foggy concrete jungle. A rat woman carefully seated on a yellow striped one leading the three behind her. Or being chased by them in reality. She swerved past various cars as gunfire erupted behind her as the rival thugs aimed their Uzi's. Bullets pelting the nearby empty car as she ducks down. Going to quickly drift into an alleyway before taking off as the would-be assassins followed right behind her. The last mistake in the miserable lives.

As she looked over her shoulder seeing the area as clear as she quickly pulled out a frag grenade and flicking the pin out, starting the fuse. Going to hold onto it as she counted down, before dropping it right behind her. The leading fool behind her barely noticed the bump when the tire ran right over it. before the explosion engulfed the alleyway. Sending the three amateurs flying across the alleyway in a bright haze of shrapnel and fire. Leaving them less then intact to even attempt to chase her again. She pulled out into the next street as she stopped the gas slowly bringing her bike to a hum rather than a roar. She her ears twitched under her helmet. Besides the storm echoing off the concrete walls, it seemed she was in the clear. She reached down, going to press a button on her keychain recognizing the brand on a nearby closed down shop. Its door soon slid open as she quickly parked inside of it and shut the garage door behind her, to wait out the rain.

She softly got off her bike killing it to give it a rest after the hour-long chase as she took off her helmet. Breathing out as she tried to fix her hair. And quickly she went to light a cigarette. Giving a deep draw on it before breathing it out in a soft inhale. she peered out, her eyes narrowing seeing the red and blue lights. It might be a few hours before she could go back out.