Speed limits? What are speed limits? There is no such concept as a speed limit in Mona's vocabulary.
"Oh, like it's my fault the cops were sitting right smack dab on the other side of the alley. Yeah, great. Put the blame on me why don't you!" she hissed. What was Knuckles damage anyway? She wasn't a psychic or mind reader, how was she to know the cops were leisurely loitering around the bakery while scarfing down the odd donut or two. She happened to be driving in the wrong place at the wrong time. But no, the Echidna had to put the blame on her shoulders for something out of her control.
"And for one, we're NOT going to jail, you hear me? I have yet to be caught by these jokers. Wouldn't look good on my resumes either..." she added, yelling over the noise at him. If only she'd had her three pets with her, those cops would be sorry they ever decided to hunt her down. As it was, Mona left her miniature friends back in Diamond City under the watchful eyes of Joe. There would be no banana peels to slow them down, or the odd soccer balls to cause distractions. Mona had nothing on board her cycle but the pizzas...
Oh.
Mona's thumb clicked with the switch on the right hand handle of her vessel, triggering the secret trap under the pizzas to activate and fling her load outwards. The boxes flew true, sending an assault directly into the path of the oncoming cruiser. Cheese, pepperoni, peppers, a giant mess of gooey deliciousness exploded on impact, creating chaos and havoc for the police. A whoop of exclamation burst from Mona as she turned and waved the authorities a simple goodbye.
Such waste of perfectly good pizza. For a good cause however.
The diversion would buy them some time to lay low for a bit then continue on as normal. Noticing the ever increasing view of the shoreline coming into fruition, Mona guided her bike towards the line of docks and warehouses along the strip. And as she drove, she noticed how obvious the tide and water lines were at an odd height.
She pointed to an area where they could conceal themselves. Mona jumped off her bike and hid it behind a stack of crates, covering it further with a tarp. With that task done, she held out her hand to Knuckles, motioning her head to the edge by the water.
"Under the wharf and into the water. Go! We can lose them!"
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"Oh, like it's my fault the cops were sitting right smack dab on the other side of the alley. Yeah, great. Put the blame on me why don't you!" she hissed. What was Knuckles damage anyway? She wasn't a psychic or mind reader, how was she to know the cops were leisurely loitering around the bakery while scarfing down the odd donut or two. She happened to be driving in the wrong place at the wrong time. But no, the Echidna had to put the blame on her shoulders for something out of her control.
"And for one, we're NOT going to jail, you hear me? I have yet to be caught by these jokers. Wouldn't look good on my resumes either..." she added, yelling over the noise at him. If only she'd had her three pets with her, those cops would be sorry they ever decided to hunt her down. As it was, Mona left her miniature friends back in Diamond City under the watchful eyes of Joe. There would be no banana peels to slow them down, or the odd soccer balls to cause distractions. Mona had nothing on board her cycle but the pizzas...
Oh.
Mona's thumb clicked with the switch on the right hand handle of her vessel, triggering the secret trap under the pizzas to activate and fling her load outwards. The boxes flew true, sending an assault directly into the path of the oncoming cruiser. Cheese, pepperoni, peppers, a giant mess of gooey deliciousness exploded on impact, creating chaos and havoc for the police. A whoop of exclamation burst from Mona as she turned and waved the authorities a simple goodbye.
Such waste of perfectly good pizza. For a good cause however.
The diversion would buy them some time to lay low for a bit then continue on as normal. Noticing the ever increasing view of the shoreline coming into fruition, Mona guided her bike towards the line of docks and warehouses along the strip. And as she drove, she noticed how obvious the tide and water lines were at an odd height.
She pointed to an area where they could conceal themselves. Mona jumped off her bike and hid it behind a stack of crates, covering it further with a tarp. With that task done, she held out her hand to Knuckles, motioning her head to the edge by the water.
"Under the wharf and into the water. Go! We can lose them!"