Chapitre 117: The Vigilante's Story III

Ragnar sighed deeply and stood still, assessing his options. He could either turn himself in like this like a coward, and then find some other way to escape during the ride to the station or later on, or… he could go for a more… 'violent' escape, right here, right now.

Naturally, he chose violence.

Suddenly grabbing the ringleader by the collar, Ragnar dove through a skylight, carrying his target with him as it screamed. The glass shattered, the sounds of gunfire filling the smoggy downtown air as Ragnar leaped and ran. He found his way into the underground areas, the black markets, the dingy caverns where crime was rife. But at least here, Ragnar had free rein. He headed to one of his safe houses - relatively well kept and made for an underground home, not too many missing floorboards or windows. He left the criminal gagged and bound as he struggled in the basement, then went to the local armory.