New York In The Time Of Monsters - Central Park

[gone_byebye]

Ray took some time while Alex West was getting his weapons to step out of the Bar and run like hell. He managed to reach his destination largely through waving his Ghostbusters identification card around, but there were a few judicious applications of elbow as well- mostly because the simplest way to get there had involved going east a ways and running up Seventh, then turning again and worming his way through the crowds on Sixth. For all that he covered two and a half miles in about the time you'd expect of a normal human, he still returned to the Bar only a moment or two after he left.

Millitime is a wonderful thing, and he will thank the Bar for it later.

For now he's holding the door open in Grand Army Plaza. "We're at the southeast corner of Central Park," he says. "Fifty-ninth Street and Fifth Avenue. There's still a ways to go, but I radioed a buddy in the NYPD. He'll be sending an escort to help you get through- oh, here they come now-"

Bet you didn't know the NYPD used Vespa scooters, did you? At least, these two do.

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The final titanothere falls, flesh melting to mist and leaving bone behind, and Prime pauses, trying to tune into the police band to see where he's needed next.

And for just a moment, he hears it. The cheering.

Morale, he knows, is as important as skill in winning a battle.

He retracts the sword, and gives a thumbs-up to the people watching him. And then he's off, for the next trouble spot, charging like a linebacker for glory, avoiding cars and people. (It's not polite to squash what you're trying to save.)

[gone_byebye]

There's cheering and shouts of encouragement from the civilians- and the sounds of sirens and the flashing of lights from the cops. They know an ally when they see one, and in a struggle like today's they'll take any ally they can get.

The police on the eastern side of the Park have been joined by someone else from Milliways, it seems, and he's going a long way towards helping them hold their own. It's down to the creatures on this side of the park now, and even the most aggressive of the bunch are beginning to fall back.

The stream of creatures is slowing to a trickle, possibly even stopping, by the time Ray's voice suddenly comes up on the radio. "Um, Optimus?" Ray says, sounding very much as if he's staring at something impossible even by his own standards. "I, uh... I think you might want to see this."

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Another beast ceases having the analog for flesh it had, and Prime, remembering years of learning to fight (too many years he wants to think), takes a moment to make sure he's got things clear. And they are, as clear as he can get them.

"This area is secured. I'm on my way, Ray," Prime says. And with that he sprints down 77th Street to the West Side Highway...

...to find it utterly clogged with traffic. No vehicle mode here. But there is a center divider, and in a second, he's on it and running down it towards Chelsea Piers.