Coffee For Two (FioLee)

Au Lait

Fionna panted, before wincing, her fingers trailing down her side. Marshall stepped over one of the unconscious guards, pulling her close. "We've got to keep moving."
Penelope had long since fled her tower, and who knew what challenges Fionna and Marshall would come up against once she'd sounded the alarm.

Fionna smiled weakly. "Yeah, just give me a minute..."

Marshall hoisted her up bridal style. "No time. We've got to go. Now."
"Hey, I can handle--"
"Fionna, please don't make me watch you die because you got injured." Marshall begged. "Anyway, you can fight off all the bad guys while I stand on the sidelines and cheer for you."

Fionna laughed, snuggling up against him. "Fine, fine. I'd probably be faster at it anyway. But I called in some reinforcements, so..."
"Without telling me?" Marshall asked in mock horror. "How could you?"

" It was a last resort." Fionna sighed. "And hey-- I can walk!"
"Save your energy. I have a trained assassin on my side, and--"

"FREEZE!" Someone yelled, jumping out with a gun.
"Whoa, whoa, we're good guys!" Fionna said, struggling to be released. "I'm with the FBI!"
"And I'm CIA." Marshall agreed.
The agent scoffed. "And I'm NASA. Come on. You're going with all the rest while I look for the missing agent."

"Sure..." Marshall said slowly, putting Fionna down. "We'll do that..."
Fionna charged the agent, knocking him unconscious quickly. She slid the gun into her waistband, then motioned for Marshall to follow her. "You want fame and glory?"
He grinned. "Hell yeah. Your plan, now that we've apparently gone rogue, is what?"
"We have to stop the shipment. No one else knows where it is, right?" Fionna asked, moving quickly down the hall.

Marshall followed her. "Yeah... but we don't know where it is either? And it has to be disposed of safely...?"
"They're probably moving it out now. We're the only ones who know where it is and by the time that they realize where it is, it'll probably be too late." Fionna explained.

"Fair enough." Marshall nodded. "What do you think the fastest way to the loading lot is?"
"Follow me." Fionna grinned. They made their way to the parking lot, dodging FBI agents, as the trucks began to pull out.
"The streets are clear of civilians?" Fionna asked.
Marshall nodded. "Looks that way."

Fionna ran up next to the last truck, jumping onto the side, wincing. Marshall quickly followed her.
"Now what?" He asked.
"We have to stop the trucks. This one should do it, the roads here are pretty narrow, and the FBI will have closed off most of the routes out of town. One or two might be vulnerable, but they'll never be able to switch routes entirely." Fionna called over the rising wind, her hat flying off of her head, and her hair whipping Marshall in the face.

"And what if we die crashing a whole bunch of cars?" He yelled back, spitting her hair out.
"Then I love you!"
"Great, 'cause I love you too!"

They began to sidle towards the cab of the truck. Marshall quickly passed Fionna and climbed on top of the cab, banging a little. He hopped over and opened the door to the front seat, tossing the surprised driver out. Fionna took the opportunity to move to the other side and toss out the goon on the side of the passenger seat.
"So... did we just kill those guys?" Marshall asked.
Fionna looked out the window, to see the passenger seat guy crawl out of the way of the oncoming trucks. "Nah, they're fine."

"Oh, awesome. Anyway... we've got a whole truckload of personality killer, leading a whole bunch more trucks of it, and we're going to put it where exactly?"
"Well, my plan was more, 'crash the trucks, blockade the trucks, evacuate the trucks, and burn the trucks'." Fionna admitted.
"Simple, yet effective." Marshall mused. "Classy. I like it. You really think they're going to follow us, though?"
"Why not?" Fionna asked.