Snowmobiles were being brought out of the woods. The engines looked really funny, and then Heather got it. They were more like snow jet skis. They actually sat in the snow, pulling it and pushing it behind, like a jet engine. They weren't as fast, but they were much quieter. No wonder she hadn't heard them. Jerks. That wasn't fair at all. They threw her across the back of one of them.
"We can't bring a helicopter in here," the woman was explaining. "There's too many trees, and we wouldn't want any accidents to happen now that you have your merchandise. We'll go to where you were dropped off yesterday and my people will be waiting for us there."
Heather felt someone strap her down, and they were off. She started to work at her bonds to try and get them off somehow. This is when having an older brother was cool. When she was very small and he wanted to play with him and his friends, she would try and tag along. So, he'd tie her up and leave her in the closet. Mom would spank him, and ground him, but Daniel never learned. Until of course, she started getting untied.
It should be simple telekinesis to loosen the ropes. Luckily they didn't use handcuffs, just some Delastic Cord. No big deal at all, yeah right. If you pulled, it would get tighter and tighter. It was specially designed to handle problem prisoners in jail. Uncle Logan and Uncle Justin had just done a story about it in their magazine. It would tighten to the point of cutting through skin. So, she couldn't pull the cord at all. You had to have a magnetic key, and the ropes would loosen.
She opened her eyes just a slit. The driver had the key around his wrist attached to the kill switch of the snowmobile. If they tipped, it wouldn't go flying. Perfect. Simple lifting wasn't hard for Heather. It barely gave her a headache at all. Moving things with control was the painful thing. This would be an cinch. Plain straps were keeping her on. They took half a second to loosen telekinetically. She closed her eyes and mentally saw the runner of the snowmobile. Then she mentally saw it come off of the ground.
They were in the middle of the pack, and everyone went skidding when the snowmobile flipped over. They were at the edge of a slope, and the flipped vehicle went sliding down it. Heather was thrown off of the back, and flew wildly down the slope in a wild ride of snow. She wasn't sure how she was able to steady herself, but at the bottom, fifty feet down, she was fully conscious and lying on her side. The driver was out cold, about four feet from her.
Heather rolled over to the guard and put her wrists against the key. The bonds loosened immediately. She yanked them off, grabbed the key and got her ankles free. People were shouting and yelling from the ledge above. Heather grinned. They probably thought the fall would hurt her. Not this little Manticore-ling. An explosion of gunfire from above wiped the grin off of her face. Ms. Miller was still up there! The deep snow made quick travel almost impossible, but she was going back up as fast as she could.
