Thread: A Royal Catastrophe (Mali and Quix)

Ben could see the fear in her eyes, even through the welling tears, and wished he had a moment to stop and console Sky, and assure her that all would be okay, although that would have been a lie. Nothing would ever be the same for Schuyler Lassiter again. His seeming lack of compassion was deliberate, as their first priority was to get away from these men alive, and the best way to keep someone from going into shock was to not give them time to allow the adrenaline to cease flowing. If she froze, with the two Suv's parked bumper-to-bumper, doors open, and men in black suits and sunglasses kneeling on the ground, and firing their automatic weapons at the couple, they'd both be dead within seconds. Ben wasn't so much concerned about the mission now, or who'd be the next fucking Queen of England, but for Sky's safety. The woman deserved a break. Quick. GO He pressed the keys more firmly into her hand, anxious about her confused look, and wondering if she comprehended what he intended for her to do, and winced when a bullet parted his hair, and another thudded into the body of their vehicle, missing her by an inch. Ben screamed again, but the noise was drowned by a hail of gunfire and ricocheting bullets, and then she was in the car. Drive.' His weapon in hand, Ben swore as he emptied his clip, and simultaneously noted a man inching his way toward the back of their vehicle. Behind us. The agent fumbled to reload his weapon, racing against time before the Russian reached them, and had a clear shot, when the woman surprised him again. Sky must have noticed their adversary as well, and, instead of throwing the car in first, she hit reverse, and seconds later, with a thud, the man was struck by two tons of metal. One down. Ben shot her a glance, but didn't have time to congratulate Sky on her quick thinking as she circled the parking lot looking for an avenue of escape, or attempting to provide him an angle for a headshot? and, with weapon now reloaded, he powered down the window and returned fire. Shit'. The agent ducked and yelped with each bullet that pinged off metal and spider-webbed the windshield, spraying the interior with shards of glass. As Sky finally headed for the main road, Ben changed tactics, and fired into the front tyres of their opponents' vehicles as they passed, hearing the satisfying pop of rubber. Put your foot down. The burst tyres didn't stop their adversaries, and the two vehicles screeched onto the road, burning smoke, with the occupants hanging out the windows, firing their weapons, however it did slow them down, and after a few minutes they'd left them far behind. Holy shit. The agent swiveled to face Sky, and dropped his gun-hand. They're gone. Great work. With the adrenaline departing his bloodstream, he barely managed to shoot her a smile before he leaned his head against the backrest, closed his eyes, and released a massive sigh. Seconds later, his body jerked forward, and with eyes popped open, he stared at Schuyler, before his attention darted between her and the multitude of other vehicles on the highway. You wha....?, The expression on his face was one of disbelief, You mean, back there?, and he couldn't form a full sentence. Saving us. That was an accid...? A cacophony of laughter filled the cab, and Ben slapped his leg, before he eventually recovered his composure and shook his head in admiration. Holy shit, you really are one in a million, so I promise I won't haunt your ghost. However, you should pull off onto a side road. We need to hide the car, and find another. There was nothing like a bullet-riddled black SUV with shattered windows to attract the attention of patrol officers After further contemplation, he reached over and placed his hand gently on top of Sky's. We'll locate a strip-mall, grab some breakfast, and figure out a plan. Maybe I'll finally get to have my morning mug of tea. His voice was soft, and his touch reassuring, as he squeezed her hand, and held her eyes. It should be safe if we're careful. Just stay strong a little longer, then I'll allow you time to grieve and take it all in. A mischievous gleam returned to his features when he released her hand, and used his thumb to wipe a smear of blood from her cheek, You can even punch me in the knackers again, if it helps.