Shorkgirl

That Queer Shark 🏳️‍⚧️☭∍⧽⧼∊🦈

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Oh Yeah, Our name is Aellae on Discord.

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20 - AUG - 2013

Sometimes things had to be a combination of tropes. The blending of your typical heavily armed bruiser robbing a bank, and the sneakier night time approach that always seemed to happen in the Batman comics.

Smash and grab during the day?

That was just going to lead to a hostage situation and who wanted that? This wasn't a political protest. This was a mission with the sole objective of increasing the Korps Nor-Cal operations under the table cash flow. Certainly there were shell operations Tzadi had running. Sometimes you just needed fun money. Also, High-Tide loved the sound a vault made when she knocked the lock mechanism with that powered sledge. It often led to the most satisfying thonk she could ever remember. It was this sort of situation that the shark was quite good at. Thermal motion sensors weren't going to be easily tripped by her. If she was being honest with herself, she had to admit it: She was a fish. Not a warm blooded mammal. That cartilaginous skeleton of hers was oh so flexible. Allowing her to bend and curve around laser sensors.

All of that careful work of hers, even that beautiful shocking knock to the vaults lock that sent it loose and opening however mattered not at all. That beautiful stoner of a bruiser had forgotten something critical. Pressure sensors in the floor. She was fucked. As the alarms started sounding around her. She shoved whatever she could into her duffle, heedless of whatever it might be. With utter disregard of any of the careful precautions she took getting there, she pounded her way through the bank and right back out the front entrance.

The Federal Reserve Bank of San Francisco was down the block on Market Street from Consulate Row, where every nation and their cousin seemed to have their embassy mission. High-Tide wasn't the only villain up to shenanigans that evening. The night was about to get interesting. Neither the shark nor the cops were prepared for what happened next. The night was torn asunder by the ground shaking and deafening detonation several blocks away as the British Consulate General erupted in a fireball that separated the roof from the rest of the structure.

"Eyes up High-Tide. We need to move. Let the pigs worry about it. Calculating extraction route. Get to the Embarcadero." After twelve years she was used to hearing her sisters voice barking mission directives in her skull. She flipped the stunned cops the bird and ran like hell. She wasn't the only one making a getaway that evening. The foxes' feet were slapping against the cement as she tore her way down the road. "Feck feck feck feck!" Her boots skidded on the concrete as she rounded a corner almost head long into a patrol car. "FECK!" Her eyes met those of the German Shepherd driving that car. Both of them stunned for a beat, before he was reversing the patrol car, and she was back to tearing her way down towards the piers and ferry terminal. The night was a screaming torrent of sirens, this was all tits up.

Both girls were doing their best to find their way out of what was about to become a complete maze of cops and Federal Agents. Fortune is a strange woman, shining her favor at random. On this occasion that light was shining on both girls as they chose the same alley to hide in. High-Tide slipped down a ladder from a nearby roof, while Marae slinked around a dumpster. The two found themselves face to face. The fox bundled up in a balaclava and black combat fatigues. Tide in her RCG's and Powered Exo-Suit. A spotlight glittered from the mouth of the alley.

The Fox made ready her G3SG rifle, and in response High-Tide just planted a hand between the foxes' ears and shoved her down flatter in the alley. A hand lifted to her mouth, finger held up in front of it. The patrol car slowly pulled past the alley and continued it's sweep. "They're gonna try and kettle us in a bit yo. Pinch the net shut. We gotta boogie." The look the fox replied with was a thing of beauty. Incredulous confusion combined with an almost blue-balled frustration at not being allowed to start a fire fight. "...fine. T'feck's t'plan?"

High-Tide ruminated on that notion for a moment with Thala. Slowly a sharp toothed smile formed on her snout. Marae MacNamara actually found herself feeling worried. “Ever been to Switzerland?” And without waiting for an answer the shark was off, beating server assisted feet to pavement in a madcap dash with the fox in tow down towards the Embarcadero, which was in fact where the Swiss Consulate was located on Pier 17. The sound of Siren’s pursuing them caused her to look back for just a moment, as the building started to loom in front of her she grabbed hold of the fox whose voice gave rise to such a squawk of indignation that Thala actually had to record it. “Don’ ye fookin’ dare ye daft cunt! I will fookin’ end ye! Dinnae! DINNAE!” the last thing the SFPD saw of the Ragefox was the look of fury on her face as she was sent upwards into a parabolic arc onto the roof of the Swiss consulate by the servo assisted throw from the Shark.

The shark then tossed a grin towards the encroaching Blues, flipping them off before the gravity manipulators in her powered exoskeleton worked in conjunction with it’s servo mechanisms to launch her upwards and over the wall onto the roof of the consulate. It would be hours before the Police were able to get action from within the embassy, and even then. The Swiss Consulate General to San Francisco merely shrugged his shoulders, and informed them that he and his men could find neither hide nor hair, tooth nor claw of any ‘dangerous Korps elements’ within the embassy.

It wasn’t until even more time had passed and a proper inspector, and the BASB arrived, that anyone thought about the fact that a shark doesn’t need to come up to breathe. And she surely could have shared her breath with the fox. But by then, it was far too late to find them.


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