Six Feet Deep.

[Jenna Scorn]

"Alrighty."

Sitting neatly in her seat, blue eyes peering out the window as they drove on. But as he continued she'd cling to her seat now, eyes wide with fear as he went on.

"Valekin?"

She moved to speak, turning her head towards him, but with the sudden sound of shots being fired she'd duck down in her seat, almost curling in a ball like a frightened little kitty cat.

"I'm glad you like it. I could drive through a building with this thing."

Sitting up slowly, trying to peer over the dash as they came upon the cross walk she'd almost shriek.

"Americans do not know how to drive."

"oh...yeah..."

Eyes shifting as she'd look over her shoulder to see if any cops had taken pursuit on them.

"Totally."

[valekin]

No cops. The bullets bounced off like rubber bands. They were safe.. ish. He rocketed into the residential sector, passing a speed trap. Now the cops were on his ass, but not for long. He pulled away with his eight cylinders working almost at full. The vehicle fell behind, and lost him completely.

"If you want to get somewhere quickly and safely, you know who to call, ya? I'll get you there. This car? Indestructible. Just sit, and relax, let the purr of the car soothe you. You'll be home soon, we'll be there in a few minutes."

He weaved in and out between cars. Almost scraping against a guardrail, but the vehicle would have obliterated the thing. A bird was a narrow miss, and he nailed a ball, which ended up in a tree perfectly fine.

"Can you believe, that I learned to drive in a Tijger Battle Tank?"

Oh it shows....