Rise of the Raccoon Queen, Part 38
I glanced at Missy. “Should we leave?” From the corner of my eye I could see Matt headed our way. Good; we’d cleared a path for him.
The wolfess examined her claws. “It wouldn’t be sporting.” She was holding the reins, so we waited.
As soon as the Vulps got into their cart, Missy stood up. “HEY!” The Klown and the SALV looked at her in time to see Missy give them the time-honored Two-Finger Salute before shouting at Kora and Veyt.
We took off, with the enemy leader and one flunky in hot pursuit, into the city.
Missy was driving pretty well, and the two ants seemed sure-footed, and we wove a winding path up one street and down another. The Vulps were on our heels, and I asked, “Are we going to lose them, or play with them a little while?”
The wolfess bared all her teeth in a grin. “Your mate and the Corporal should have caught up with Byrde. We’ll deal with these idiots in short order – ah!” and an unhealthy gleam came to her eyes as she reefed the cart into a textbook-perfect Scandinavian Flick.
I could just imagine her behind the wheel of my Mercedes on a track day, and I didn’t know whether to shudder in delight or fear.
The wolfess examined her claws. “It wouldn’t be sporting.” She was holding the reins, so we waited.
As soon as the Vulps got into their cart, Missy stood up. “HEY!” The Klown and the SALV looked at her in time to see Missy give them the time-honored Two-Finger Salute before shouting at Kora and Veyt.
We took off, with the enemy leader and one flunky in hot pursuit, into the city.
Missy was driving pretty well, and the two ants seemed sure-footed, and we wove a winding path up one street and down another. The Vulps were on our heels, and I asked, “Are we going to lose them, or play with them a little while?”
The wolfess bared all her teeth in a grin. “Your mate and the Corporal should have caught up with Byrde. We’ll deal with these idiots in short order – ah!” and an unhealthy gleam came to her eyes as she reefed the cart into a textbook-perfect Scandinavian Flick.
I could just imagine her behind the wheel of my Mercedes on a track day, and I didn’t know whether to shudder in delight or fear.
Story by Walt46 and M. Mitchell Marmel. All rights lefted.
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