Drath is Not the Good of in the Middle Situation-like Person
Damn it, damn it, damn it!
Drath grips the armrest of the car tightly. "How many of them are out there?"
"We're surrounded, boss," The chauffeur mutters, "I... I think maybe if we turn ourselves over, maybe they'll--"
"Shut up and drive. Lose them."
Michelle scowls, looking over at him. "This was a bad idea from the start. I told you, right from the beginning. The Ambassador wouldn't--"
Victor smacks her across the face before she can finish. "It's too late for that. Be quiet, we'll be fine." He looks back to the driver. "Keep going. We can--"
"Stop the car!" Michelle interjects.
"Be quiet, Michelle! Get to the eastern tunnel entrance, from there we can--"
"Let me out!" The woman snarls, "I refuse to be a part of your insanity any more, Drath! Stop the car!
Drath's scowl turns to the rearview mirror, where he meets his minion's eyes. "Snively, don't you dare--"
But the car already jerks to a stop, thrusting its three passengers forward, straining their seatbelts and threatening to snap their neck in two. The tires squeal and the car swerves, and the world outside the windows is nothing more than a blur. When the chaos subsides the driver steps out, arms raised, and Michelle follows suit.
Drath feels a sharp pain in his chest as he realizes there is no way out.
((Yeah, feel free to catch him now. The tapes are in the trunk.))
Drath grips the armrest of the car tightly. "How many of them are out there?"
"We're surrounded, boss," The chauffeur mutters, "I... I think maybe if we turn ourselves over, maybe they'll--"
"Shut up and drive. Lose them."
Michelle scowls, looking over at him. "This was a bad idea from the start. I told you, right from the beginning. The Ambassador wouldn't--"
Victor smacks her across the face before she can finish. "It's too late for that. Be quiet, we'll be fine." He looks back to the driver. "Keep going. We can--"
"Stop the car!" Michelle interjects.
"Be quiet, Michelle! Get to the eastern tunnel entrance, from there we can--"
"Let me out!" The woman snarls, "I refuse to be a part of your insanity any more, Drath! Stop the car!
Drath's scowl turns to the rearview mirror, where he meets his minion's eyes. "Snively, don't you dare--"
But the car already jerks to a stop, thrusting its three passengers forward, straining their seatbelts and threatening to snap their neck in two. The tires squeal and the car swerves, and the world outside the windows is nothing more than a blur. When the chaos subsides the driver steps out, arms raised, and Michelle follows suit.
Drath feels a sharp pain in his chest as he realizes there is no way out.
((Yeah, feel free to catch him now. The tapes are in the trunk.))