Don’t. Move. Not a muscle. Not a sound.
--- The car jolting around from side to side made is extremely hard for the young Trainer to keep quiet, and a couple of times, she had to push her hand against her mouth to contain a muffled ‘eep!’ of a cry.
Okay, so maybe she shouldn’t have stowed away in the backseat of the Chief’s car after being given explicit instructions to stay behind. And maybe she should have listened when he told her it was more than likely going to be a dangerous mission. And maybe, just maybe, she should have listened to the little squeaks from Ritz that seemed to say ‘Stay home’.
But it was too late for ‘should haves’ now, wasn’t it?
As the car took a rather sharp turn, Nicki and Ritz found themselves flung to the side with a loud thumping noise. After all,sitting behind the front seats of the car meant no seat belts.