"Drop her Eckhart," another woman, mewed? Maybe she purred. What ever she did, she talked.
"Take care of it," said what I could only guess was Eckhart, as he got in a car and shut the door as it drove away.
I was placed in a seat of another car, and the door slammed shut. If I'm so important, why not place me in the car with him? Oh well, accept the inevitable.
My eyes snapped open.
I saw the driver at the wheel, and did the only thing I could think of at the moment; I hit him on the head with my fists.
His muscles contracted and released, and he was slumped over the stirring wheel.
I opened the door on the opposite side I was placed, so that no one could see me get out.
They were too apprehended at the moment to even notice the car door slam, by accident, because I bumped into it.
There goes my surprise attack.
No attack was even made, seeing as someone had heard me, and knocked me out for real this time.
