live fast die young bad girls do it well [closed]

[boneshaker]

Hotwiring the car was the work of a moment. He's feeling pretty fucking pleased with himself right now. He's never done this, but hey, he's seen movies. Now the engine sputters to life and he sits up, both hands gripping the wheel, staring through the dust-caked windshield with a burst of exhilaration.

The regime will have noted their escape by now. They probably only have minutes before there's a small army on their tail, and miles of desert to rip through. He's not scared. He just hotwired a car. He's got a partner in crime. This is going to be awesome.

He revs the engine once and looks to the passenger seat, where his partner is loading a shotgun. He has no idea who this guy is, but he's here, and he's hot, and that's pretty much all he could ask for.

He grins. "Ready?"


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[eliotwaugh]

Eliot laughs, giddy, and if they weren't in the middle of literally fleeing for their lives he might say something about Castor having something in him, or the potential thereof, the germ of the idea is there but there's no time. Too much adrenaline.

He catches the rifle and knows he can do more damage with this. It feels comfortable, somehow, precise and dangerous and he is gonna look so goddamn cool.

"Well if it's fancy you want," he says with a smirk once he's settled back in shooting position, "that's kind of my thing."

How it's his thing when he's only just experiencing freedom from that awful compound is a mystery, but it doesn't seem to matter. He squints through the rifle's sight at the nearest car. If he can take out enough of the big vehicles they can get a good lead, they'll have a real chance to lose the pursuit. The car coming up on them is a spiky rusted monstrosity trailing black exhaust behind it. It could crush them easily if they lose ground, and that would be that. He has to make this count.

He wishes there were something else he could do, bullets are great but that car looks well armored and they could definitely use extra firepower. If only there were a way to get a little extra...oomph out of his ammunition, a little nudge.

Eliot pulls the trigger, thinking how great it would be if-

The car explodes.

[boneshaker]

Their car lurches forward on the kickback of the god damn explosion Eliot just miraculously engineered, and it's all Castor can do to snap a hand out and grab Eliot's elbow, keep him from falling right out. He rides the wave as best he can and then hits the gas. That shit just bought them enough time to put real distance between themselves and their pursuers.

"Holy shit, what the fuck was that?!" he shrills, half-laughing. "How did you do that? Wait, better question." His eyes are on the fast-approaching ravine. Yeah, a single-file chase would be better for them, but no chase at all would be even better. And if the wall were to conveniently collapse behind them...

"Can you do it again?" He looks at Eliot, nodding slightly ahead to communicate the idea.