"Looks
like your rad's shot, ma'am," the mechanic said as he was
leaning over the engine block and also peering down into the motor as
well. "And it seems like you got no oil in your pan as well."
"Oh
poo," Maggie said as she leaned her head on the steering wheel.
"I
told you we should have did that overhaul thing-a-jiggy,"
Angst told her. Angst was sitting in the passenger seat of the car,
looking at the visor mirror while applying ruby red lipstick. "Now
we are stuck in the middle of nowheresville."
The
hood of the car slammed down into its place and the mechanic walked
around to the driver side door, wiping his hands on a dirty cloth.
"Looks like you're not going anywhere for a bit at least."
"Well,
thanks for that update..." Maggie said as she looked at the
mechanic's name badge, "Max."
"So
you ladies heading somewhere in a hurry?" Max questioned them.
"Yo,
Max!" Morganfokker shouted as he stepped from the shadows of the
garage. "I got the Legacy's on the blower. They want to know if
you have their car ready."
"It's
sitting in the shade now," Max replied. He shot Maggie a wink
and then he turned to face Morganfokker. "They can come by
anytime and pick it up."
The
subway was approaching and Goner stood up from the bench. He was glad
to hear it approach since he was getting a creepy feeling on the
platform.
Suki
was skipping along with a jump-rope. She was good at keeping herself
occupied when dull moments like these occurred.
"Must
you skip?" Goner asked her.
"Must
you whine?" Suki shot back as she skipped past him.
It
was hard to imagine that the girl was still a child. But my goodness,
could she fire that cannon she had hanging off her side like a shoulder
purse.
Wraith
was hunkered down on the building's ledge. Perched like one of those
gargoyles you find on an old building in the city. The wind whipping
her long black hair about her face, as she surveyed the cityscape.
Up
here above the city, she felt like a goddess. A more nurturing mother
who guarded her child with the ferocity of a rabid dog if someone
should come to harm's way.
Dressed
in black, her mask making her look more like a superhero than a
warrior. She had donned the mask to see if it made a difference.
"What
am I doing?" she whispered. "Do I really want to go through
with this?"
And
like a sign, a cry for help arose in the night from a few blocks
over.
Wraith
turned to face the plea and then like the wind she was gone.
