A Hell of a Time
So, it turns out that I wasn't paying much attention when Armsmaster took me home, being too giddy at the thought of actually riding his motorcycle, so I had no clue where Snake Face's fortress actually was. So, after an uneventful rest of the week, Dad, Sicily, and I packed into the car and Dad drove us to the PRT headquarters. Once there, the PRT would do a quick power evaluation for Sicily, to see if it would be safe for her if the meeting went pair shaped. Dad was less than happy that he wouldn't be allowed into the meeting, but the PRT had a policy against putting civilians in the line of duty. Sicily, she was just so excited to see a car.
"You've never seen one of these before," I asked her as we drove along.
"Nope." She shook her head. "We don't really have things like cars in Celestia or the Netherworld, and this is my first time in a human world." That made sense, I mean, I wouldn't want to send a little girl off to another world, but...
She interrupted my train of thought by continuing. "Well, I could have gone to Veldime once, but I was sick and big brother gets really weird whenever somebody gets sick." She shrugged, "I asked but he doesn't like to talk about it." There was a story there, I'm sure of it. "Anyway, according to Hanako Veldime doesn't have cars so it's a moot point." I still haven't asked her about these people.
"So, you've lived in the Netherworld and Celestia?" I guess it made sense if she was half and half but-once more my thoughts were derailed, this time by the Dad suddenly stopping the car, a loud squealing skid, and a louder thump.
"Girls," Dad said in a voice far too calm, "I don't want to alarm you, but we just hit a jaywalker." Dad immediately shifted the car into reverse and started backing up a bit too quickly.
"Dad," I said, concerned over his intent to hit and run, "Why are you backing up?"
"Because," a blast of fire hit just in front of the car, "The jaywalker was Lung."