Oh man, there is nothing finer than being behind the wheel of your own car! Except *maybe* for pussy!
“Jesus fucking Christ...” Deadblood took a deep breath, head still reeling from their close call.
“Well, you said to lose them, Champ. I did it.” She replied, looking back at the drawbridge one last time before reaching for the shifter knob. His hand was over hers in a second, grasping it tightly.
“Sheri. Get. Out. Now. I’m driving.” Deadblood growled, through gritted teeth. She turned her head to say something smart, but immediately decided against it and scrambled out of the driver’s seat quickly. Even she knew it wasn’t probably a good idea to tease him right now. Not with the way that vein was currently standing up on his forehead. She hadn’t seen him this angry in forever.
Deadblood took her place behind the wheel, and took another deep breath before driving away at a much more reasonable speed than before.
She sat quietly, watching out the window as they passed street lamp after street lamp, for what felt like forever. He said nothing, concentrating on the road and the traffic around them. If more cops had been dispatched after them, they weren’t showing. Perhaps they’d gone straight to the bank instead of bothering to give chase.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, he spoke.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if we’re not on the news instead of The Driller tonight.” Sheri said nothing, still very concious of the thin ice she was treading right now. After a moment, he continued. “I suppose we’ll find out soon enough. Until they catch them in the act, we’re probably going to be suspects, I’d imagine.”
"Then unless they find The Driller we're going to be on the run from the police as well as the company?" She finally asked, pondering the situation they were in now.
"I'd think so. Need to ditch this car somewhere, soon. That would be a good start." He replied rather shortly, still upset over her insane driving. It would be a long time if ever again he got into a car with her behind the wheel, he was sure of that.
