The Last Run...

[Bishop]

The Last Run...
Intro

It was time... Time to break free from prison.
Tui had been here for three years now. Three years, two months, seven weeks and five days to be exact. He knew so well, as the guard - whose only passtime other than guarding them seemed to be taunting them, something he appeared to do more enthusiastically than his actual job - reminded him daily.
He was startled from his revery by the clink of a stick on the bamboo bars of his cage.
"Three years, two months, seven weeks and five days, Tui!"
"I wonder how you keep up, Ganu, you have trouble counting your widgets."
Ganu's faced contorted in anger.
"I can to count my widgets!" he whined.
"Oh yeah? How much have you got with you today?"
Ganu dived into his bag, eager to show the incarcerated Bounty Hunter that he could count just as well as Stephen Hawking - who he claimed was a personal Internet friend of him, and they e-mailed on a regular basis, not knowing this Stephen Hawking was a garage mechanic in Jersey.
As Ganu scavenged his bag for widgets, he continued talking to Tiu.
"Six, seven, nine..."
"Where's eight?"
"I found two at once, you dolt!... Ten!"
"So you can count to ten, big deal. Perhaps if you were richer, you could barter for some brains."
Ganu stood upright quickly, so angry he forgot that the ceiling of the prison was not as tall as he was.
He bumped his head painfully, causing his Miru to fall off, and he fell plump to the ground, unconscious.
Tiu grabbed the keys, and undid the lock on his cage.
He took his belongings that had been put away after his capture, and left the prison, with only one comment for the unconscious guard.
"Perhaps you're better at counting sheep, Ganu..."

[Bishop]

The Last Run...
Part One

He was free! But not free enough... Wha Koro was close, and those artists had a nose for valuable things, they'd track him down in no time. He needed a Manu fast!
There! That messenger had left his outside the post office. Quickly Tiu jumped on, but was belted off by the beast immediately, and sent flying.
"Well, at least I'm high-soariiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing..."
With a loud THUD he landed on a rooftop of a large hut.

Ganu stood up.
"Oh, my poor aching head! What happened?"
Dazed, he looked around, realising Tiu's cage was open.
"D'oh! The Turaga will have my head for this! I must warn him immedia... what's that sound?"
A loud creaking and cracking was heard, and suddenly the roof caved in on the prison guard.
Tiu stood up, brushing the dust off his black Huna.
"Man, I sure landed soft. What was that?"
He turned, to see a crushed and yet again unconscious Ganu.
"Heh, he almost caught me again, the pillow-case of a guard."
Again, Tiu escaped the prison, determined not to try and steal any more Rahi, as they were clearly uncooperative.
"I don't know why", Tiu muttered, "why wouldn't they want to work with a Bounty Hunter of my fame?"

He crept through the alleys of Wha Koro, careful not to bump into any of the guards. If he used his Katana against them, they'd all come swarming to him like a swarm of Wharok, and he'd have to clean his blade afterwards. He hated cleaning...
He ducked away behind a garbage bin. Whakairo was walking the streets, and he mustn't be noticed. Sure, he could take the Toa on, but those elemental powers of his could be trouble, and he didn't want to waste his time on people that weren't prey. The only one willing to pay would be the dark enemies, and they were the biggest cheapskates of all.
"Whachoo!"
He hadn't been able to hold back the sneeze, apparently the garbage can was full of flowers, and he had hayfever. This had blown his cover the last time...
"You called, sir?"
A daft-looking Sutoran was standing next to him.
"I am Whachu, I'll be your waiter."
Waiter? Apparently he had hidden next to a restaurant.
"What will it be, sir? Perhaps you would prefer a table inside instead of the dusty sands of Wha Koro? Our specialty of the day is..."
Tiu knocked the daft Sutoran out with the hilt of his sword.
"My specialty of the day is headache à la Katana, Wha... Wha... Whachoo!"
A voice came from inside.
"Whachu, the customers are calling! Get your lazy bum in here!"
Tiu snuck off, towards the gates of Wha Koro...

[Bishop]

The Last Run...
Part two

Darn, there were two guards at the gate...
He overheard them talking to each other.
"I hear that old Tiu escaped today."
The other sblack personed.
"That fool is so accident-prone, he'll be caught in no time. Did you know most his 'famous catches' were made because the criminals were too close to escape the disasters he caused."
They both laughed, and Tiu hurried away, insulted by these ignorant words. Sure, his methods were different, but intentional!
He needed to think of a way to get past them, by luring them away.
Aha! His eagle's eye spotted the right tool: a hay cart. If he could just run it down the slope towards the gates, he'd be out of here in no time.
He snuck up behind the cart, and tried to nudge the rocks from underneath the weels, but couldn't move them an inch. He started prying with his Katana, but still nothing.
A piece of straw tickled his nose, and before he knew it...
"Whachooo!!!"
The blast of the sneeze was so load, the cart broke free, and started racing for the gates.
The two guards jumped out of harms way, not noticing the black and yellow Sutoran clinging to it, sneezing without pause...

In the meanwhile, Turaga Mahi had called upon Whakairo to seaze the escapee.
"He should be apprehended at all cost! If not for justice, at least to contain the danger within him!"
"What is this danger, Mahi?" Whakairo enquired.
"The accidents he causes will one day lead this island to its doom... The prophecies have foretold so... Or perhaps I was reading with the wrong glasses, but still... Caught, he must be."
"Mahi, you talk like Yoda," the Turaga's right hand said jokingly.
"You crazy kids and your Star Trek..."
"Star Wars, Turaga."
"Ahem, as I was saying... What was I saying?"
"We were going after Tiu the Bounty Hunter, Mahi."
"Ah yes. Apprehend him, Whakairo, we are in grave danger..."
Whakairo put on his sunglasses, which mirrored the Wha Wahi desert, the sun gleaming in it. He put his hands on his sides, and chewed on a piece of grass.
"Trust in me, Turaga Mahi. This will be his last run.
And so... we enter... end game."