Anthony roared through the streets, weaving his way on the hoverbike through the New York streets.
What the stark was Alex up to?
Anthony looked over his shoulder to see he’d given all the soldiers the slip. The last thing he saw was an iron clad fist, echoed by the mechanically barked statement “Traffic violation!”
The next thing he knew he was groggily sitting up in the back of a prisoner transport. He looked over to see a short man with dark hair and a scruffy beard grinning at him.
"Where are we?" Anthony spat semi congealed blood and a tooth out onto the floor
The man answered back in a thick New Latverian accent," We are on our way to our executions, our trials occurred while you were out."
He pulled himself up to the metal bench along the wall," Then why are you grinning?"
"Because my friend, you have the luck of being caged with the great Anatoly Vanko." He makes a grand gesture and struck a pose.
Anthony looks curiously, "Is that supposed to make me feel better?"
Anatoly looks annoyed, "Why has no one in this god forsaken country heard of me? I am the greatest escape artist in the world!"
Anthony grins, "Apparently you ain't that great."
Anatoly's eyes narrow, "Then perhaps I should demonstrate."
The heavy shackles on Anatoly drop to the floor with a theatrical clank. He reaches over using a small sliver of metal to pop open Anthony's. He then lays on the floor, listening to it. Anthony started to ask him what he was doing but was hushed by Anatoly as he discovered a panel on the floor with a shoddy weld. He took his metal sliver and shredded through the weak seem and yanked up the panel. He looked up to Anthony, "We're in luck, a hover truck. No wheels to get caught under."
Anthony watched as Anatoly slipped out asking, "Are you coming or not?"
Anthony slipped out grabbing on to the underside of the truck and watches for a signal from Anatoly. After a few seconds Anatoly waves for him to drop down. The two fall for several feet before Anatoly catches the side of an over pass and then catches Anthony as he just misses the edge. They then wait for a moment for a truck to pass under and they drop on its trailer. They quickly climb down when the truck stops to refuel.
Anatoly takes a short bow, "As I said, I am the best."
"I almost died."
Anatoly waves it off, "Bah! Americans always so worried about what could have happened. You're alive and not being executed, this is a good thing, no?”
“Would you believe it wasn’t me?” said Anthony. As they walked Anthony asks, "How was I tried while unconscious?"
Anatoly replied, "Since the riots began, the Iron army has been promising swift justice to the so-called terrorists. You were in the luck when you were tried for only speeding, they did not really look at you otherwise you would be dead! Anatoly recognises you as the face on all the billboards yes?"
Anthony stopped, "What were you arrested for?"
Anatoly pulled down his collar to reveal a spider tattoo on his neck, "I tell them that I was not a member of the Spiders. In fact it is completely different design, but would they listen?”
Anthony nodded," Gotta hand it to the tin men, at least they're consistent." Anthony stopped and looked around “Umm where the stark are we?”