Leelee's hands were trembling horribly as she attempted to hotwire
the 1961 Porsche Speedster. Her heart pounded in her ears as she stared at
the wires in her fingers. Finally - a spark and Natalie's engine roared.
She threw herself into the seat and headed back towards Moberly.
The car rode smooth the whole was back to town. She reached the warehouse and turned off onto a gravel road that ran along side the building and back towards a field. As she rounded the corner down the sloping drive, she gasped.
There, in the middle of a field, sat thirteen gleaming, glossy cars. She put the car into park and got out.
"So, what do you think?" asked a soft, Russian-accented voice.
Leelee turned and found herself face to face with Kirill.
"Th-they're beautiful," she answered.
He grinned.
Not knowing what else to do, Leelee turned and walked away from him. She couldn't help it - the guy gave her the creeps. A sudden ringing made her involuntarily flinch. She realized it was her cell phone and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hey Leelee," came a silky voice.
"Seventeen!" she cried and nearly dropped her phone. "Wh - ahem - what are you doin'?"
"Wondering where in the world you are."
"Me? I'm just here, ya know, hanging out," she answered nervously.
Jenny walked up to her, smiling. "Who is that?" she mouthed.
"Seventeen," Leelee answered, soundlessly.
"Where's here?"
"The warehouse."
"What are you doing?"
"Just boost - I, I mean, uh, postin'!" Leelee's and Jenny's eyes went wide. She had almost let it slip.
"Postin'?" Seventeen questioned.
"Yeah," Leelee said slyly, trying to play it off like nothing was wrong. "You know, postin'. Post? As in field post?" She blinked. "Not that we're in a field! I mean," she laughed nervously. "what would we be doing in a field, right? Cause that's totally crazy. There's nothing to do in a field; certainly not anything illegal."
Jenny was going crazy. She kept making big motions with her arms and was signaling for Leelee to hang up.
"Cause I would never, NEVER do anything illegal," Leelee continued, shaking her head. "Cause we behave and stuff like that . . . so . . . uh . . ."
"Leelee, are you feeling okay?"
"Yeah! I'm fine. Why would you ask?"
Jenny was pointing at her watch, signaling that they were needing to get back to work.
"You're acting odd."
"Odd? Me? No, really, I'm . . ."
Jenny pointed at her watch more extravagantly.
"Time. I mean, uh, fine! I'm fine. Really. I'm fine."
Jenny covered her face with her hands.
"Uh, Seventeen, I gotta go. Bye!" And without another word, she hung up the phone.
"Jesus Christ," Jenny heaved, placing a hand over her heart.
Leelee sighed heavily, then laughed.
When the phone rang again, both girls shrieked.
"Don't answer it," Jenny warned.
Leelee stared down at the phone in her hands. "But it's Seventeen! He's gonna know something's up if I don't answer."
Jenny shook her head. "Don't."
Nervously, Leelee pressed the button and began to raise the phone to her ear. Jenny grabbed it away from her.
"She'll call you back," Jenny spat and hung up the phone.
Leelee snickered. "Maybe he won't call back."
RING!!
"Peas and carrots!!" Jenny screamed in anger and threw the phone as hard as she could into the night air. It landed in the field somewhere and the ringing died.
Leelee blinked, her eyes wide. "That was my cell phone!!"
"I'll buy you another one," Jenny said calmly and turned away. "Xander! Let's go again!" And with that, she walked away, leaving behind a very confused Leelee.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Seventeen sat on the couch, staring at Gohan. His pale blue eyes were locked on the demi-sayian. He leaned his elbows on his knees and just stared.
Gohan glanced over at the Android. "What?"
"You know," Seventeen hissed.
Gohan chuckled nervously. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Seventeen fell backwards into his seat and continued to glare. "You know," he repeated.
"Gohan, you SUCK at lying, you know that?" Trunks accused. "You SUCK."
"I don't know anything!" Gohan insisted.
"I say we go out there," Piccolo said, as he leaned against the wall.
"What? Why?" Gohan cried.
"I've got a bad feeling," Piccolo answered.
"About what? They're just hanging out at the house."
"So then they won't care if we just happen to drop in," Seventeen said with a smirk on his face as he stood up.
Trunks stood as well. "C'mon. Don't you want to see your girlfriend?"
Gohan, realizing he had no choice, stood. "Yeah. I guess so." At least if he went with them, he might have a chance to distract them . . . somehow . . . he hoped . . .
*~*~*~*~*~
Samantha's loud music ripped over the system of the newly stolen 2002 Bentley Arnage..
"When I am Queen . . ."
She held the steering wheel in a vice-like grip. She was flying down Highway B, over its steep hills and sharp curves. Her adrenaline was on overdrive. She whooped loudly, just to get some of it out.
The Junction of B and AA was coming up. She hit the brakes and spun the wheel just in time. She felt herself slide a bit, and then the wheels grabbed asphalt and she continued down the long highway. She hit the railroad tracks hard and kept going. She flipped off the prison as she drove passed.
"Never gonna end up in there," she told herself.
She glanced at her watch. 2:30.
It was 2:45 by the time she reached the field. Twenty two cars were there, awaiting the truck that would pick them up. People were running here and there, jumping in and out of cars, messing with engines and wiping down the paint jobs.
Yorgi stood calmly amidst all the mayhem, quietly observing the whole scene. His eyes locked with Samantha's for a moment. He nodded to her, then turned to look at the cars again.
Practically five hours to go and nearly forty cars were left. She had no idea how they were going to make it. Only one thought filled her mind.
*God save us all.*
The car rode smooth the whole was back to town. She reached the warehouse and turned off onto a gravel road that ran along side the building and back towards a field. As she rounded the corner down the sloping drive, she gasped.
There, in the middle of a field, sat thirteen gleaming, glossy cars. She put the car into park and got out.
"So, what do you think?" asked a soft, Russian-accented voice.
Leelee turned and found herself face to face with Kirill.
"Th-they're beautiful," she answered.
He grinned.
Not knowing what else to do, Leelee turned and walked away from him. She couldn't help it - the guy gave her the creeps. A sudden ringing made her involuntarily flinch. She realized it was her cell phone and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hey Leelee," came a silky voice.
"Seventeen!" she cried and nearly dropped her phone. "Wh - ahem - what are you doin'?"
"Wondering where in the world you are."
"Me? I'm just here, ya know, hanging out," she answered nervously.
Jenny walked up to her, smiling. "Who is that?" she mouthed.
"Seventeen," Leelee answered, soundlessly.
"Where's here?"
"The warehouse."
"What are you doing?"
"Just boost - I, I mean, uh, postin'!" Leelee's and Jenny's eyes went wide. She had almost let it slip.
"Postin'?" Seventeen questioned.
"Yeah," Leelee said slyly, trying to play it off like nothing was wrong. "You know, postin'. Post? As in field post?" She blinked. "Not that we're in a field! I mean," she laughed nervously. "what would we be doing in a field, right? Cause that's totally crazy. There's nothing to do in a field; certainly not anything illegal."
Jenny was going crazy. She kept making big motions with her arms and was signaling for Leelee to hang up.
"Cause I would never, NEVER do anything illegal," Leelee continued, shaking her head. "Cause we behave and stuff like that . . . so . . . uh . . ."
"Leelee, are you feeling okay?"
"Yeah! I'm fine. Why would you ask?"
Jenny was pointing at her watch, signaling that they were needing to get back to work.
"You're acting odd."
"Odd? Me? No, really, I'm . . ."
Jenny pointed at her watch more extravagantly.
"Time. I mean, uh, fine! I'm fine. Really. I'm fine."
Jenny covered her face with her hands.
"Uh, Seventeen, I gotta go. Bye!" And without another word, she hung up the phone.
"Jesus Christ," Jenny heaved, placing a hand over her heart.
Leelee sighed heavily, then laughed.
When the phone rang again, both girls shrieked.
"Don't answer it," Jenny warned.
Leelee stared down at the phone in her hands. "But it's Seventeen! He's gonna know something's up if I don't answer."
Jenny shook her head. "Don't."
Nervously, Leelee pressed the button and began to raise the phone to her ear. Jenny grabbed it away from her.
"She'll call you back," Jenny spat and hung up the phone.
Leelee snickered. "Maybe he won't call back."
RING!!
"Peas and carrots!!" Jenny screamed in anger and threw the phone as hard as she could into the night air. It landed in the field somewhere and the ringing died.
Leelee blinked, her eyes wide. "That was my cell phone!!"
"I'll buy you another one," Jenny said calmly and turned away. "Xander! Let's go again!" And with that, she walked away, leaving behind a very confused Leelee.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Seventeen sat on the couch, staring at Gohan. His pale blue eyes were locked on the demi-sayian. He leaned his elbows on his knees and just stared.
Gohan glanced over at the Android. "What?"
"You know," Seventeen hissed.
Gohan chuckled nervously. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Seventeen fell backwards into his seat and continued to glare. "You know," he repeated.
"Gohan, you SUCK at lying, you know that?" Trunks accused. "You SUCK."
"I don't know anything!" Gohan insisted.
"I say we go out there," Piccolo said, as he leaned against the wall.
"What? Why?" Gohan cried.
"I've got a bad feeling," Piccolo answered.
"About what? They're just hanging out at the house."
"So then they won't care if we just happen to drop in," Seventeen said with a smirk on his face as he stood up.
Trunks stood as well. "C'mon. Don't you want to see your girlfriend?"
Gohan, realizing he had no choice, stood. "Yeah. I guess so." At least if he went with them, he might have a chance to distract them . . . somehow . . . he hoped . . .
*~*~*~*~*~
Samantha's loud music ripped over the system of the newly stolen 2002 Bentley Arnage..
"When I am Queen . . ."
She held the steering wheel in a vice-like grip. She was flying down Highway B, over its steep hills and sharp curves. Her adrenaline was on overdrive. She whooped loudly, just to get some of it out.
The Junction of B and AA was coming up. She hit the brakes and spun the wheel just in time. She felt herself slide a bit, and then the wheels grabbed asphalt and she continued down the long highway. She hit the railroad tracks hard and kept going. She flipped off the prison as she drove passed.
"Never gonna end up in there," she told herself.
She glanced at her watch. 2:30.
It was 2:45 by the time she reached the field. Twenty two cars were there, awaiting the truck that would pick them up. People were running here and there, jumping in and out of cars, messing with engines and wiping down the paint jobs.
Yorgi stood calmly amidst all the mayhem, quietly observing the whole scene. His eyes locked with Samantha's for a moment. He nodded to her, then turned to look at the cars again.
Practically five hours to go and nearly forty cars were left. She had no idea how they were going to make it. Only one thought filled her mind.
*God save us all.*