She had assumed correctly - smart kid. I knew exactly where to go - the parking lot. We needed to grab a car - a fast one - then after that… I was pretty much out of ideas.
I grabbed the terrified stumble-bum Kikuchi was holding and immediately regretted it. The stench hit me like a toxic fist from hell.
I shook him like a doomed harp seal and watched as his terrified, face rippled like jello.
“As if you didn’t already have enough to answer for…”
I wanted to smash him against the wall like a rotten pinata, but I needed to ask this guy some questions and those sirens were getting a little close…
We burst out the back door and my targeting reticles were poppin’ and snappin’ on all the different cars makes and models in the back lot. I was pulling up all the specs on everything in the lot. Pretty sissified selection too. An Audi TT (that was the car making all the noise), Porsche 911, and one of those stupid Cayenne things… your garden variety Lexus and an Infini -
My reticle had just locked onto a mutha-fuckin’ unicorn riding an albino dragon! I double checked my internal readout just to be sure - and sure enough - right there in the back back of the lot, next to the faded green dumpster… A Mercury Cyclone - N-code 429 Cobra Jet!
“That’s our ticket outta here!”
I was over there in a flash and had put my fist through the driver’s side window as quick as thinking. I stuffed our would be assassin headfirst through the broken window before he could even gasp. He slid into a back seat the size of a living room sofa like a boneless hippo. I flopped the driver’s seat forward and Kikuchi floated right in there next to him like a shadow.
The police had arrived out front and we needed to get creative there was a back alley - about as wide as the car we were in.
I grabbed the plastic shit around the steering column and ripped it off like an old corn husk. I tossed it out the window and before it even clattered into the drive, I had grabbed the loose hanging wires and crushed them together causing them to spark in my fist.
There was a sputter, then a cough - followed by a growl and a deafening roar as an 8 cylinder demon from hell woke up - and it was hungry!
We blasted through the thin wooden fence and drifted into the alley then rocketed out of sight - hit the main road and spun off into the darknes.
Cold air blew in from the shattered window. Kikuchi didn’t think that her evening would involve a shootout at an ice cream shop or getting away in a stolen car, but she supposed there was a first time for everything. As they escaped the blaring sirens, the song playing on the radio became clearer and louder.
Kikuchi spent her time looking outside of the windshield as she sat cross-legged in the back seat. Their captive hadn’t stirred and she regarded Fury with unease. Between his feats of strength and ability to manipulate technology, everything about him seemed unnatural.
Something beside her shifted, “Nnngh... Where am I?”
Suddenly, she wasn’t thinking about Fury. Her attentions honed in on the man beside her. He writhed and a pained groan passed through new gaps between his teeth. She pressed one of her knives against his throat lightly. He flinched and made another noise, as if he vaguely knew what was going on.
Kikuchi stared at him. He wasn’t in any shape to answer any questions. His gaze wavered between the seats. The lights and tall skyscrapers speeding by were too much for him to handle. A thin line of blood tapered down his neck.
“Where am I?” He repeated.
She was as stony as ever when their gazes met. The moment when he realized what was going on played on his features; his eyes widened and his lips parted and quivered. Fury was probably aware that the man had come to, but the scenery outside of the window continued to blur by and the engine roared on like an angry lion.
She leaned towards him, getting uncomfortably close. What Fury called “Aqua-fucking-velva” was a nearly unbearable stench, but she stayed nearby and took small, almost-nonexistent breaths. The man swallowed hard and flinched against the knife. His gaze was fixed on the headrest. This small act of defiance was betrayed by his trembling body.
Their surroundings were starting to get dark and sparse ... maybe Fury was taking him somewhere secluded for proper questioning. Kikuchi dug the blade into his flesh, enough to pick away a few pained groans.
“Who are you working for?” She asked lowly.
Nothing. His lips were tighter than a miser’s purse. As the car slowed down and stopped, more blood seeped from the shallow wound on his collarbone, staining his white button-up shirt.