Ice Cream and Cake

Pot, Smash!

Elizabeth shrugged off her light leather jacket, throwing it in the backseat. She had a pair of circular sunglasses on her face. Covered in dirt, she was panting as she fumbled with the keys, sticking them in the ignition quickly. Her legs, shorts and shirt were covered in dirt, like her neck and much of her face.

The engine sputtered and she ducked as a bullet came toward her, exploding into the side of a building and she clutched the plastic bag in her hands, putting it in her lap.

"Fuc- shit. Shit. Blue! Pick up, coords. Give me your damn coords!" She shouted at her ear piece.

"My coordinates are 234, 69, -480, Beth." Blue's voice came on over their comm link. Her voice was urgent, and then it cut off.

There were more shots fired, exploding bullets sailed into the building around her, and she pressed her foot to the metal, the car lurched forward jerkily. She punched in the coordinates into the system.

The coordinates came slowly, there was a beep, and the GPS lit up with the new highlighted directions.

She squealed and ducked when a bullet came from the back and went through the glass.

The car swerved on the empty highway, passing into the right lane.

Elizabeth fumbled with the underside of her seat, and pulled out her magnum. She clicked the safety off, and looked back at the rear view mirror. There was only one car with two people pointing guns in her direction.

"C'mon," she muttered as she slammed her foot on the gas. "Get lost."

She gnawed on her lip and looked at the GPS, and sped to the intersection and swerved to the right, going down a empty street. Another bullet came through and smashed the rear view mirror, glass shattered.

Gripping the steering wheel hard, she raised the magnum and pointed it out the window.

The car came closer, two men armed with assault rifles aimed at her.

She fired, and her ears rang from the sound, but hit the man in the shoulder and knocking him back into the car. The bulky jeep swerved and turned down another road.

She pressed the button on the ear piece, "Blue, I'm almost there."

There was a grunt and a crash on the other line. "Yeah, I heard you. Hope you realize there are probably more patrols on their way."

"They shot first..." Elizabeth muttered disdainfully and threw the plastic bag into the back with a rustle.

"Yeah, sure. I'm in the yellow building, 5th floor." She said over the line, and there was a male grunt, and a thump.

Elizabeth eyed the building that came into view. "You said your elevation coords were 69,"

"They were, but we have some company." She said quickly and there was a muffled gunshot. "I see you, hurry." And the line spat static and ended.

She parked on the curb, and jerked the keys out of the ignition. "Alright. Alright. What did I need?" Her hands pulled out compartments, and rummaged through the odds and ends in them.

Yeah, okay. This needs cleaned big time.

Glass fell on her bare legs and she curses the shards that nicked her skin.

"Gotcha, you explosive thingy!" She smirked at the tiny grenade as she threw it up and caught it.

She stuffed it in her pocket and got out of the car, shutting the door behind her while shaking her keys. Gunshots came from above, and glass shattered. The purple haired woman squealed when a body landed next to her.