Fail? Kelly didn’t know what that meant. She hadn’t failed at anything, at least not yet. So she had a male mechanic, and he’d checked up on the car in the last couple days. Part of her was pleased to hear that it was kept up reasonably well. Another part was saddened that some clumsy goober probably was the one doing the upkeep.
Rachel, which must have been the girl that got out of the car and left the keys. Well if she wanted that type of ditz to watch after her car, maybe she deserved to have it stolen. Maybe this woman realized that because she surely was sounding upset. Then again, who wouldn’t be upset that their car had been stolen with them inside? Then came the threats…
“So, it’s getting out on my own or leaving in a body bag?” She almost laughed at the later part. “Been there once, doubt you can send me there again.” The reply was drier than the former question, but was emphasized as she engaged the emergency brake. Turning the wheel sharply, she spun the car through at least two circles and around one obviously frazzled car that was following her. She glanced into the rear view mirror for a second wondering where her passenger was more out of habit than any true concern.
Facing the opposite direction as traffic, she focused all of her attention on the now oncoming cars. As if in some sick game of mass chicken, she released the emergency break and pressed the gas peddle to the floor. Almost like a wild horse, she felt the engine raise the car slightly before it tried pulling away from her control. She was too experienced for that though. She pulled it back from the left and let it pull the right around a panicked car that had all but slide to a halt.
“What about I drop you back off with Rachel and if I get us there in one piece you leave this beauty with me?” She offered never taking her eyes off the road as she dived back into the middle lane of the highway avoiding another accident narrowly. “Come on what are the odds? You’re bound to win… or die. If you shoot me though, We’ll probably all die and worst of all the car will likely be totaled.” She finished gingerly as she turned the radio all but off with the volume control on the steering wheel.
Tue Dec 29, 2009 5:41 pm by 
Subject: Bold... but are you Daring? 
