Behind her, at the battle scene, a loud explosion rocks the block. Bernadette ignores it, focusing on the injured man, until he screams and points skyward. She cranks her neck around to see an airborne motorcycle tire – engulfed in flame – barreling through the air and heading straight at them. Instead of running for […]
Just relax. Take some deep breaths. We probably should not move you just yet, until I am sure that this…
Accepting that it is fruitless, Bernadette takes a step back and throws her hands to her hips, attempting to re-evaluates this impossible situation. Just as she is ready to re-lose her cool, someone cries out for help. An older gentleman lays bleeding in the street, a chuck of wreckage lodged into his leg. She forgets
Dashing off with a sexy wink, Roman leaps back towards the action, leaving Bernadette standing there dumbfounded for a moment. Then she returns her attention back to the car’s rear, and more importantly to the two silver luggage cases wedged tightly between the twisted sheets of metal. She curses as she tugs on the trapped
I suggest, dear citizen, that you find a safe space to hide. I must return to battle, and protect our city!
Roman, miffed by the rejected hug, disregards her plea (if he even registered it at all).
Bernadette ducks under Roman’s awaiting comfort hug, her focus fixed on the mangled trunk of her car. Using both hands, she tries in vain several times to yank loose the inverted lid now squeezed inside the vehicle’s frame. She spins her head to look at Roman.
