Andy Christ hadn't returned yet. Oracle was on medical leave. She had been up and about, but Donna wasn't about to force her out of bed this early, at least till she knew how bad it was.
The explosion was close by. And while not necessarily Godlings pig farm, the fact that she could not rise confirmed that we had either caused the explosion or were in it.
I can imagine her navigating the the dark winding halls in the crypt like a jungle cat - beautiful, graceful. Deadly. She would stop for a 1/2 second by her tiny souped up Prius then moving in to one of the extra vans realizing you couldn't fit Magloffabits in a Prius.
She would tear out of the hanger like a bat outta hell not waiting for hydraulics, only getting even with street-level. The cars undercarriage would scrape against the pavement and spark violently. She would instantly turn in the direction of the of the burning pig farm debris while embers would float menacingly against the night sky.
She'd probably try to raise us on one more time but stop when she noticed a shadow suddenly blocking out the moon light. Its huge form sweeping down at the car. She would most definitely accelerate to get out of its range, but bang a brutal 360 to face it head on; her warrior brain and her scholar brain drowning out the small internal cries for self preservation.
She would look it in the eyes when it completed the loop to change direction and charged from the sky towards her little car.
And I'm positive she didn't flinch or falter.
I never got to ask what she said when she stepped on the gas to accelerate forward, but I'm sure it was something to the cue of "let's go."
The explosion was close by. And while not necessarily Godlings pig farm, the fact that she could not rise confirmed that we had either caused the explosion or were in it.
I can imagine her navigating the the dark winding halls in the crypt like a jungle cat - beautiful, graceful. Deadly. She would stop for a 1/2 second by her tiny souped up Prius then moving in to one of the extra vans realizing you couldn't fit Magloffabits in a Prius.
She would tear out of the hanger like a bat outta hell not waiting for hydraulics, only getting even with street-level. The cars undercarriage would scrape against the pavement and spark violently. She would instantly turn in the direction of the of the burning pig farm debris while embers would float menacingly against the night sky.
She'd probably try to raise us on one more time but stop when she noticed a shadow suddenly blocking out the moon light. Its huge form sweeping down at the car. She would most definitely accelerate to get out of its range, but bang a brutal 360 to face it head on; her warrior brain and her scholar brain drowning out the small internal cries for self preservation.
She would look it in the eyes when it completed the loop to change direction and charged from the sky towards her little car.
And I'm positive she didn't flinch or falter.
I never got to ask what she said when she stepped on the gas to accelerate forward, but I'm sure it was something to the cue of "let's go."
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