Sheri’s eyes strained as she desperately scanned the parking garage from their hiding place, still searching for anything in the structure to use as a improvised weapon against CP-ZERO. The second floor was proving to be just as barren of usable objects to implement against that thing as the lower level had been. Of all places to face down something like that, it had to be a parking garage with nothing other than a few trash cans and the odd pipe here and there, and cars as far as the eye could see. At least downstairs there had been the concrete rubble from the pillar it had demolished in it’s pursuit of them.



Wait...



“Be ready to run,” She whispered, nodding towards the direction CP-ZERO was approaching from. “I figure if we can piss it off, it might fire one of those rockets again, and maybe level the playing field just a tad. At least give us a few more options here.”

“Are you crazy? You want to piss it off? I’d say it’s already good and pissed.” Deadblood replied, wondering exactly what sort of insane trick she might have up her sleeve now.

“If it fires a few more of those babies, it would give us some nice big rubble to work with.” She answered, suddenly giving the creature a hard mental push, not quite enough to know it over, and then the pipe Deadblood had earlier sent into it’s chest made an encore performance, this time smashing upside the back of the thing’s helmet.

“Go!” She whispered, taking off running down the lot, trying to stay towards the concrete pillars, hoping that it be enough to goad CP-ZERO into firing another one of his highly powered weapons into one and reward them with more ammo. Those concrete chunks had looked pretty weighty back there, like they could do some real damage.

As Sheri raced down the lot past the compact car parking areas her eyes lit upon another unlikely weapon. Amongst the sedans and sport cars sat a small silver Smart Fortwo. Sheri had never thought too much about vehicles like that other than thinking that they looked ridiculous despite their fuel efficiency, but looking at it now, she had an idea. While throwing most of the cars in here would be quite the challenge, that little car couldn’t be too much more difficult to handle than a large dumpster.

“Deadblood! Duck! And you, whatever you are, heads up!” She called, pausing and giving a huge mental shove to wrench the small car from it’s space and hurtling towards CP-ZERO.