"PUT THE PEDAL TO THE METAL!" Emily screamed. Nettie dug her nails into the suede seat, the car whipping around the curb, staying in perfect synchronization with the others.
"On our tail!" Sasha said, jabbing a finger towards a throng of gray Mercedes. Nettie gasped at the sight of them. She felt bile rising in her throat from the exhilarating ride and fear. She swallowed.
"Activating the defense mechanism." Emily muttered, pushing a few buttons. A tremor rocked the seat. Nettie couldn't see what the defense mechanism did, but the car accelerated. The others followed suit.
A few more turns, and they had lost them. The tires screeched as they came to a halt. People spilled out of the cars, moving towards the gate, abandoning the Honda Civics. They filtered into the main room, slamming the gate shut behind them.
"We ran," Emily said gloomily.
"Glad we did," commented Eve. "We could've died."
"We could've fought. Did we lose anyone?" Emily began a head count. Tension was high. The group waited with bated breath.
"Nope. We're good." A collective sigh of relief washed across them. Chatter began to stir as people plopped down in their seats, laughing and joking like nothing had happened at all. Nettie stood alone.
