[And this won't take long. He hears those sirens too, and while he does want to know what kind of fancy future tech the police have now so he can anticipate it, this is not the time to find out about it.
He takes what they've collected and uses it to write out a very simple message in the parking lot, dragging and laying out the pieces until it forms the familiar shape of the W and E divided by the lightning bolt. He just has a point to make, that's all. The police in this time and place may not know what to make of it, but they're not the ones it's intended for. He saw that emblem repeated in the gift shop, the same as the one at the club in downtown Los Angeles. He knows that in this version of reality, his gang, his brothers might have failed to take their vengeance out on his killer, if all this is still going on. But Zazo, fucking Zazo needs to know he didn't win. Not entirely, not yet.
Back on the bike without a word, then, he just takes Chrissy's hand and tows her with him. They need to hurry. They'll have ten minutes to ride back into town and if Chrissy has questions she can ask them then, but otherwise he'll be driving like hell so they can light the whole goddamn town up. The people who work at this mine, who sell the drugs that killed him, who perpetuate fucking lies and drag more in to nightmarish eternal suffering all so some evil bastard can get rich off all of it, they can fucking burn.
They're pulling around a hundred miles per hour as they pass the cops, but the police have their eyes set on the disaster. Not a one peels off to follow them.]
That'll tie them up while we work our way through town. Kinda don't think we'll have a lot of time to get everything though, just the main targets. Fancy buildings, symbols, stuff downtown. I'll stop at the gas station ahead, get gas cans. You still have a lighter?
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[And this won't take long. He hears those sirens too, and while he does want to know what kind of fancy future tech the police have now so he can anticipate it, this is not the time to find out about it.
He takes what they've collected and uses it to write out a very simple message in the parking lot, dragging and laying out the pieces until it forms the familiar shape of the W and E divided by the lightning bolt. He just has a point to make, that's all. The police in this time and place may not know what to make of it, but they're not the ones it's intended for. He saw that emblem repeated in the gift shop, the same as the one at the club in downtown Los Angeles. He knows that in this version of reality, his gang, his brothers might have failed to take their vengeance out on his killer, if all this is still going on. But Zazo, fucking Zazo needs to know he didn't win. Not entirely, not yet.
Back on the bike without a word, then, he just takes Chrissy's hand and tows her with him. They need to hurry. They'll have ten minutes to ride back into town and if Chrissy has questions she can ask them then, but otherwise he'll be driving like hell so they can light the whole goddamn town up. The people who work at this mine, who sell the drugs that killed him, who perpetuate fucking lies and drag more in to nightmarish eternal suffering all so some evil bastard can get rich off all of it, they can fucking burn.
They're pulling around a hundred miles per hour as they pass the cops, but the police have their eyes set on the disaster. Not a one peels off to follow them.]
That'll tie them up while we work our way through town. Kinda don't think we'll have a lot of time to get everything though, just the main targets. Fancy buildings, symbols, stuff downtown. I'll stop at the gas station ahead, get gas cans. You still have a lighter?