My newly grown wings pulled tight, not entirely closed but to a bare third their full extension angling down like a bird of prey as I aimed right for the roof of the first car. Skin darkening to the hew of tarnished brass as my world lit up in green.

I already knew this was going to be a hell of a lot harder then TV made it look.

I hit the roof like a living bullet armored talons stabbing down into it with an echoing screech as my own momentum nearly flipped me off of it onto the road.

Almost but not quiet.

I heard screaming inside, yells of alarm and the entire thing swerved violently to the side.

Which was again very different from Hollywood but mostly in the fact that unlike the movies this time we had to deal with oncoming traffic.

Everyone inside the van screamed.

I screamed.

I think the guy in the oncoming truck screamed.

Then we swerved back onto the right road and the brakes were suddenly hit right at the same time as an echoing bang boomed out from below me.

I tightened my grip and flapped my wings back pushing myself flat against the roof as I struggled to hold onto place.

We started to skid to the side still screaming and breaking and another boom thundered out and what felt like a handful of marbles bounced off my stomach.

Wait were they shooting me? Through their own roof? Fuck I wasn't the only one using Die Hard as a reference here was I?

Okay yeah I had had enough of this. We were slow enough for me to get relatively stable, and that was a big mistake on their part.

I let go of one of my punctured grips and stabbed my fingers in beside the other one burning motes to bolster myself as I squared my shoulders and pulled.

The steel ripped apart with an echoing screech.

I caught sight of the larger van and other car pulling around and speeding off ahead of us. Damn it okay I was not going to get them now. Not with how badly my first attempt was going.

Those inside, who I now recognized as four scared out of their mind drug heads screamed up at me one pumping a shotgun and firing it right at my face.

I flinched back it was loud, guns hurt and something bounced right off the part of my visor right in front of my eye.

But I wasn't harmed.

Hello misplaced aggression.

"That was a mistake," I growled out very pissed about the whole situation.

"Fucking fuck!" the driver called out.

Then he stepped on the gas again.

Yeah no.

My fist lashed out lightning fast, talons pulled back as I sent him to sleep land.

Then I grabbed the wheel and twisted us into a nearby lamp post.

The vehicle impacted with a thud and metal screeched in complaint under my grip as I was nearly pulled out of place by the low speed collision.

Shotgun guy dropped his weapon and flashed his hands up, "I give up! I so give up!"

"The fuck are you," one of the two in the back started only to have a hand shoved over their mouth as the smarter of the remaining pair called out "We give up too!"

I looked at them, then grabbed the shot gun out of the front passengers hands, "That, was the right decision."

Wait, how was I going to call in the PRT to pick up these guys? "To start with... would one of you kind gentlemen lend me your cellphone?"