Pool_2

"One, two, three, now!" Lying across the rear bench seat, Shannon opened the rear door with her left hand and had a very short shot at the tire, pulling off fast rounds." "SAVE BULLETS!" Frank yelled! Then he hollered, "EEEEEEEEEHA. You did it." Shannon scurried up to see them spinning all over the road. "Don't fuck with a green girl!", she taunted to the car falling fast into the distance. "You know I'm Presbyterian," Frank politely chided. "Frank," she replied, kissing him from behind on his cheek, "you're not orange or green or anything but true blue. Colors, it's ..It's not the people, but the banners they wave." "I guess," he allowed, still with his foot to the floor. "Why we going so fast?" "We have a long way to go and I'll bet they have a spare tire." "We could just leave the road." "They know where we live. It ends today or we lose." "Jesus, is Mac still on the phone? Let's see? No. It's out. I'll call again." "Here they come! Shannon, forget that. Get the gun ready!" Shannon opened the window and took careful bead "Screw the tires, let's give them something to worry about!" propping on the glass, that only went down half way, exposing her. "Come to mama. Come to mama." One nicely placed shot shattered the pursuer's windshield and made the BMW visibility suddenly poor as they veered. She did know that she also hit the gun toting hood sitting in the passenger seat. It went through his cheeks splintering his teeth, as he dropped his gun gurgling.