Mythlands: THE HEIST

Part Two: Cold Pursuit

14 hours previously.

'An example has to be made, ho ho! Nobody fucking escapes The Mouse, hah ha! I want this Pegasus and this Icarus, ho hah ... I want them alive and there's a sack of gold in it for the ... ho ho, man, creature or being who brings me them, ha hah!'

The Mouse's bodyguard and enforcer stepped forward. 'Yo boss, these guys are the best bounty hunters in dah bid'ness. The horse an the winged guy are as good as caught an ah'ma goanna git me the chance ta put a cap in some rabbit ass.'

'Ho ho, If you're so confident, you can go with them ha hah.'

'Fo sure boss.' said the bodyguard with the shades as he slammed a round into his gun and replaced it in the waistband behind his back.

The Mouse looked up at his loyal enforcer, evil black eyes gleaming with malice. 'Don't ... ho ho ... let me down Tupac.'

'Word.' the former rapper turned to the waiting bounty hunters.

'Now lissen up y'all, I once said 'There's nobody in the business strong enough to scare me,' but that was before I met The Mouse. An hell yeah he scares me an he should scare y'all too. My advice, don't let The Mouse down an you'll do just fine ... an if that ain't enough to motivate ya, the boss's income equals the combined GDP of pre darkness Oz and Wonderland combined, so ya ain't gonna be shorted on your compensation.'

'Excuse me Tupac?'

'Yeah, Mr ...' Tupac looked dubiously at the dandified figure in front of him.

'Fauntleroy. Lord Fauntleroy actually. May I introduce my compatriots ... Mr Beau Brummel, Lord Byron and the Comte De Rochfort.'

'What's your question?'

'Simply this Mr Shakur, do we have a lead on our targets whereabouts?'

'Yeah, our magic users have determined they sought sanctuary with the Hellz Rabbitz. The Rabbitz are protected by someone with stronger muthafuckin spells ... we suspect a fugitive god, which is why we can't scry their base. What we do know is 3 vehicles were tagged with our satellites heading north.'

'The god isn't with them?'

'No ... Bob, isn't it?'

'Close, but I prefer to keep it professional. Unlike most of these others, bounty hunting was always my job and my crew, likewise.'

'Ok Mr Fett, I seen ya work. Don't know your boys though ... no offense to you ma'am.'

'None taken,' replied The Bride. 'Boba, do the honours.'

The helmeted bounty hunter appeared to nod. 'Mr Shakur, you've met The Bride. The confederate over there is Mr Hex and my fellow futuristics ... Mr Deckard and Mr Alpha. Now about that god ...'

The Mouse himself answered. 'The ha hah god isn't with them and without his or her protection we picked them god damn heading ho ho, north. Straight into winter eh Tupac?'

'Yeah boss. Picked em up clear as day - ain't no mistakin the radar blip that wigga Pegasus makes. Our system and our defences puts the whole damn map under a microscope. If they're heading to the Domain, the winter won't stop em but what's ahead will an if they get through that, the Magic Forrest is practically a deathtrap. We'll be right behind them, so all we need do is move faster while they get slowed down ... an we got em.'

The Mouse clapped his white gloved hands together in delight. 'Ho ho! Team leaders, gather your squads and be ready to ha hah, roll.'

And Fauntleroy, Fett, Anne Bonney, Dick Dastardly and Roland did just that and headed to their ground vehicles, while Robur the Conqueror took his squad to board their airship. The chase was on!