She's never seen the buggers take off like that before. It's glorious.
"Another time, perhaps. For now we'll make do with the old-fashioned way." Get out and shoot, or go to ramming speed.
She's drawn to fiddling with the latch to the glove compartment which, to her surprise, falls open.
There's not much inside apart from an owner's manual with most of the pages stuck together, an out-of-date road map with a half-melted mint stuck to it (there's always one), a torch with batteries so moldy they've started to develop their own customs and beliefs, and an unlabeled holotape, which she takes out to inspect.
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Date: 2010-05-06 02:26 am (UTC)"Another time, perhaps. For now we'll make do with the old-fashioned way." Get out and shoot, or go to ramming speed.
She's drawn to fiddling with the latch to the glove compartment which, to her surprise, falls open.
There's not much inside apart from an owner's manual with most of the pages stuck together, an out-of-date road map with a half-melted mint stuck to it (there's always one), a torch with batteries so moldy they've started to develop their own customs and beliefs, and an unlabeled holotape, which she takes out to inspect.