With speed and grit, the scene burst to life as Annie gripped the wheel, her focus sharp as a hawk’s gaze. The engine roared like a beast unleashed, propelling the SUV through the streets with purpose.
Rose, noticing that their driver was preoccupied, urged Annie to put down her phone and concentrate on the road.
Annie ignored Rose, she had her own orders to fulfill. She finished dialing her phone and slipped a Bluetooth into her ear, a wormhole to an already urgent conversation.
Rose wriggled into the front seat and used the extra leg room to reach her handcuffs beneath her feet to the front of her body, and allow her hands to rest much more comfortably in her lap. While in route, Annie provided The coveted Organization a verbal report of their current situation; she told of the accidental procurement of Theodore, the direct fire at Rose’s house, and now the perilous flight away from danger and into the unknown. Annie’s tone on the phone caused the atmosphere to lay heavy with the weight of their impending predicament.
Theodore, having seen Rose’s clever maneuver to sit correctly, also attempted to bring his hands to the front of his body. However, he was much, much larger and he struggled to get his wrists around his hips. The task was much harder than he expected, having to contort and leverage his body against itself. Rose observed him over her shoulder with amusement, letting the struggle play out without intervention.
Suddenly, Rose’s tranquil demeanor shattered like glass dropped on an annoyingly hard tile floor. Her eyes fixated on Annie, and her voice pierced the air in a shrill scream, a desperate demand to find another way. Rose closed her eyes to focus, to use her gift of clairvoyance and see within her mind.
Rose shrieked at the top of her lungs, “45%!” Her voice aghast with emotion as she awoke from her trance and came crashing back into reality. It was a race against time and reason, a struggle between calculated risk and fear of the afterlife.
They had made their way to a small town by the river. The moment bore fruit on the corner of 42nd and Jefferson Street as Annie maneuvered the car into a narrow alleyway and stared into the dead end ahead.
Rose’s desperation deepened, she yanked on the door handle, trying to escape while the car was motionless, but Annie had the child-locks engaged and denied her exit. Theodore, who had finally managed to right-side his hands, remained an outsider to the unfolding drama in the front seats.
“Please Annie, don’t do this, those maps are ancient,” but Rose’s pleas landed on deaf ears as Annie accelerated towards the tall brick wall that stood at the end of the street. Seeing the encroaching wall, Theodore echoed Rose’s alarm, but Annie remained resolute in her course.
As they sped forward, just as they hit what should have been certain death, the wall dissolved before their very eyes; a veil pulled back to reveal a paradise of color and serenity. A smile cut across Annie’s face as they barreled through the gate, their ears whomped and rang as they jumped 1200 miles away into a field, seemingly in the middle of nowhere.
The quiet beauty enveloped them, a balm for their frayed nerves. The contrast was stark, from the speeding chaos to the tranquil rustling of grass and the soft whispers of a breeze.
Annie threw her hands into the air and let out a loud hoot of joy. She looked back at Theodore with a devilish glint in her eye. “Super old tech’ she said, “the gate is only solid to objects moving slower than 88 miles per hour.” Annie’s eyes shone with new life as though she had been reborn.
Annie tried to start the engine but the battery was completely dead. “We walk,” she said and stepped into the flowery field.