[Fiona subconsciously reaches over to shove Rhys down to the seat the second she sees a gun raise in the rear view mirror (she can almost hear a disapproving tenor accent reminding her that her life is more important). She manages to duck most of the spray herself, but not before a shard of glass slices just above her eye, forcing her to blink blood away.]
Son of a--!
[Whatever she says after that is drowned out by the squeal of tires against sandstone as her foot comes down hard on the gas pedal.
They aren't equipped to give chase quickly. The pair has a decent head start.]
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Son of a--!
[Whatever she says after that is drowned out by the squeal of tires against sandstone as her foot comes down hard on the gas pedal.
They aren't equipped to give chase quickly. The pair has a decent head start.]