R0 Hale charging police barricade

Chuuya might have said something to him, but the quiet was starting to fade, and the air was filled with sirens at a steadily increasing volume. More cops.

"We need to leave," said Chuuya. "Now."

Ideally they would've left with their own two feet, but Hale was an impatient man. He grabbed one with each hand, lifting them straight off the ground. Chuuya shouted and his little legs kicked childishly, but he did not allow him any time to get his bearings and ran straight through the wall to the stage outside. There sure as hell were more cops. A sea of blue and red lights blazed outside, shining over what Chuuya estimated to be, roughly, one gazillion police officers with guns.

"They're coming out! Shoot!"

All sound was obliterated in a storm of gunfire. Countless bullets whizzed by, but what did it matter to Hale? He ran faster than their trigger fingers. Any shots that landed bounced off his musculature. He was playing with invincibility mode.

"GET TO A CAR," Chuuya screamed. The noise was so deafening he could not even hear himself. Hale did. There was a black-and-white minivan a couple dozen meters away, police storming out endlessly like clowns in a caravan. Hale jumped and somehow crossed the distance in the blink of an eye, bowling through them screaming and kicking. The cops crumpled before them, to let Hale throw them into the van.

Chuuya hopped into the driver's seat and already had his foot on the pedal. The car lurched forward as cops dove out of its path. Some managed to wing the chassis with stray shots, but couldn't hit the tires, and the van swerved its way out of the station parking lot. Hale stumbled into the back and clumsily snapped a headrest off.