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"Do you really think you should be driving with that kind of damage?" Nakura asked, noticing Frost's trembling hands and recalling the injury he had suffered. That combined with whatever was hindering him due to the metal Ariados couldn't have been easily bearable. He ignored the other grunt's question about the seatbelt, but offered something of an answer with a click of the belt's buckle.

"You should have said something earlier, Frost. I hadn't guessed they had sent you on a lowly mission like this because of your injuries. Unless you've been keeping those a secret from them too," he added sharply. "Exactly how hurt are you? Sure, you can go around pretending to play soldier and bearing it for however long you like, but you'll be no good to anyone if you just suddenly collapse from the mental strain. In example, while driving a getaway vehicle with a passenger."

Claire had gained too much altitude to hear any of Izaya's yells or screams of retaliation - though he looked hilarious flailing and screaming incoherently at her out of the window - and it seemed Frost would be fine driving. Satisfied with this, she urged Odette higher to maneuver around the city to avoid any chance the police might follow them. She would circle around the mountains if she had to. It would take a great deal more time, but if she had to, then she'd do it. She, unlike Izaya, took no chances in regards to the police.

"Nonsense," Frost replied, actually going so far as to roll his eyes too, "a few simple layers of cloth do no slow bullets. If they did, guns would hardly be very threatening now would they? If you are not feeling it yet you must be in shock, unless your jacket includes kevlar? Mmh, no, it would have be far heavier for that to be the case. Returning to the subject of my ribs, I know that they were healing well. The chances of my recent exertions having caused the healing bones to shift is extremely slim, though I must admit it exists. In any case, as it is 'just blood' they are 'just ribs', and I have no intention of letting you drive. If you don't like it feel free to jump out of the car, but please try to close the door behind you on your way out." Accusation of stupidity, another crime for the list. He would tear out that smart little tongue, and those grinning white teeth too.

((I'm having trouble envisaging Izaya's injuries; from what I read back in their being chased it sounded like he was hit full on dead below the shoulder which is very serious, and so that's the observation Frost is going with here. If I've misinterpreted please feel free to correct me. ^^))

((^^ That makes sense, just checking I wasn't mistaken! <3 ))

When there was no more argument Frost gave a nod of satisfaction. "Try not to bleed too much on the upholstery," he instructed, "blood is terribly difficult to get out you know... You are probably right on one score, I think we have lost them. I will head north now." Out of the city, onto the main road, and then off again as soon as possible so that he could go as fast as he liked. He needed to get Izaya back to base before he expired; blood on the seat was one thing, but a corpse was quite another... The police had got in so easily.

"Did they know our access codes?" Frost wondered aloud. "Surely everything known to 'Will' would have been changed... Oh, Will was Lance." He wasn't phrasing this very well; copious amounts of pain, adrenaline, and racing thoughts did not lead to eloquence. "Lance was working under cover under the guise of 'Will', he revealed himself a short while ago," the pallid man went on, hoping that talking would help to focus his attention on the world around him, "he did guard duties I believe so even though he was only a grunt he had access to some information like codes... but they must have been changed. As I wondered earlier, do we have another Will? I wonder if the police managed to catch anyone. I do hope not, we don't need any more security leaks."

"Good boy," Frost responded absently to the comment about blood; his mind had rather moved on from that now and his words were reflexive rather than considered. "I have no doubt he sent out a lot of information," he went on, "but I would presume that once he was discovered - as you say - security will have been tightened, including changing any codes he might have had access to... Did he manage to access things that we never found out about, or manage to plant some kind of bugging device somewhere?... Yes though, that was what they wanted, they wanted him returned... I wonder if they thought he was being held there or if it was just far easier to attack than base and they hoped to take bargaining pieces? What could they already be finding out about our operation right now?"

How had this happened? How had the other Rockets escaped? He tried to remember if there had been any other cars around when they entered the base or any sign or recent tyre tracks when they left, but for once his memory failed him.

"In any case, however they got in there, Boss is going to be extremely annoyed," Frost predicted. "I certainly would not like to be the one in charge of security for the Outpost right now."

There he went, calling him 'boy' again. It didn't really seem to make much difference under the current circumstances, however, so Izaya didn't bother to comment on it. "True, the codes probably would have been changed, so unless Lance managed to predict the next codes or had found them out since they had been put into effect, there should have been no way the cops could have gotten in.Someone before suggested that the officers had been planning the break-in for some time, but how would that have been possible with different codes? Is there maybe another way around the system, or another entrance?"

So many questions, so few answers. "It sounded like they thought we had him right there. Maybe they still don't know about the main base. Or maybe that's the only area they have access to. Perhaps they believe that is headquarters." He sighed. "I suppose that won't last long now, since they have access to all the outpost's information. And you're right - we might be better off than security. But then again, they weren't likely running for their lives with broken ribs while being shot at." Grunt Nakura snickered. "Nice stick-skills, by the way. I think you might have tickled that Arcanine if you'd bothered to use it."

He released Frost's chair in surprise as the 'dex began to beep, hitting his head and back against the seat. "Itai," he gasped, sitting up instantly. "Who's that, now? Some angry superior?" Grabbing for the device, he flipped it open uncertainly, having never really used such a thing for communication before, though he had been briefed about it in training. "Hello?" he spoke. "This is Grunt Frost's 'dex. He's a little occupied at the moment," he added, glancing at his driving companion. "Can I take a message?" The sweetness in his voice was mocking.

"Frost you better tell me your unharmed." Came Xander's voice suddenly. It had a very icey quality to it that he had never used with Frost before. It wasn't that he was mad with Frost, just that he was extremely mad about him having been over where the teen had just learned there was a police raid. "Did you get out before the police showed up? Did you get caught in any fighting?" What Frost and Izaya didn't know was Xander was pacing back in forth at the garage entrance at the base, Conrad and Zack at his heels.