RT 30 3:30 AM
If I tried this shit she would kill me. She would take me off field duty forever and then kill me. But no one was brave enough to call her on it and it may have been the only thing I could do. The only thing she could do.
She drove directly at the winged demon, took a slight turn right then spun the wheel to sneak under the thing. She reached under the seat and pulled the 2 standard "surprises" that were stashed there, not that playing tag with mythical beasts was a everyday thing, but you would be surprised how often a glock and machete come in handy.
She tossed the gun into the passenger seat and in one motion was standing one foot under the wheel and one foot tippy toes on the seat.
With a grace and dexterity that would make an Olympian or acrobat gasp she slash the leather bands that bound the unconscious wrestler to the monster. Then dropped to her bum and pumped the gas enough to lurch forward. RTJ dropped into the back seat like a stork making a baby delivery. She then slammed on the gas pushing the mostly destroyed minivan to the limit. She got out from under thing, but just barley. They sped right in front of it just out of munching range; it's stinky breath filled the car. The stench woke up Jones who sat up just in time to groggily stare into the things giant jaws.
"oh mi dios de mierda" he whispered
"Oh mi diosa!" She smiled
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