***GWEN***
Even with our seatbelts on, we all swing around in the car as Go-Go swerves around the traffic. Soon, we lose sight of the Dark Elves - until they start firing their arrows through the cars around us, probably hoping to hit us. I try not to think about how many people could be getting hurt or killed by those things. The funny thing is, though, it seems the death toll from the Elves’ arrows is all of zero. None of them actually pass through any people, if the lack of blood and guts emerging from the cars along with the arrows is anything to go by.
In fact, I come to suspect that they’re missing things on purpose. They look like they could hit their targets every time if they wanted to, being supernatural abominations and all. But why would they…?
“Look ahead!” yells Wasabi, pointing frantically through the windshield.
“I see them!” Go-Go turns abruptly onto a different street, heading east. I catch a brief glimpse of a street sign and see that we’re now on Cesar Chavez Street. Behind us, Dark Elves spill onto Cesar Chavez, coming off Mission from both north and south. Now that their distraction is over, they’re not even trying to miss anymore. Every one of their arrows comes within a hair of striking the van. Our lives are pretty much in Go-Go’s hands as she expertly uses them to drive us out of danger.
“Um...Go-Go,” Honey says as we get onto 280, “where are we going?”
“To the airport, of course,” Go-Go says.
“Are you crazy?” Honey cries. “We can’t lead those things to the Bus! If they don’t kill us, Coulson might!”
“We’re too valuable for Coulson,” Go-Go says. “And he’s too good to kill anyone who isn’t a bad guy.”
Wasabi shakes his head. “I’m with Honey on this one. Those things are tryin’ to kill us. What say we just stop here and make a stand?”
“You mean, fight the Dark Elves?” Fred asks. His grin expands. “Oh hell yeah. I’m game. Anyone else?”
“But...but we don’t have any of our gear on us,” Honey says. “Besides Go-Go, of course. And we got two civilians with us, so we can’t-” She pauses, then looks into the backseat. “Gwen, Clint, what do you guys think?”
“What do we think?” I ask, flabbergasted. “We have absolutely no idea what to do!”
Clint nods energetically along with my words.
Honey turns back to Go-Go. “There you go. I say we make a break for it. The Bus has more than enough weapons to stop these Dark Elves anyway if we have to.”
The van slows down a little bit - I guess Go-Go’s taking a bit of pressure off the accelerator. “That’s three in favor, three against,” she says. “How do we break the tie, then?”
Fred bends down and grabs the little jointed robot, which has been sitting between his and Wasabi’s seats this whole time. “Let’s just ask Hiro’s little Megabot thingy,” he says, picking it up.
“Right,” Clint laughs. “Go all Magic 8 Ball on that robot toy.”
Fred ignores Clint and looks at the robot, doing his best to match its goofy painted-on grin. “Megabot, should we stop and fight the dreaded Dark Elves, or should we run to the Bus and fight them there?”
The robot’s face spins around. Not its entire head, just its face, which switches the yellow grinny one for a nasty red one. Then it starts jumping all over Fred’s head and shoulders, delivering vicious little robot-slaps everywhere it can reach. I start to laugh at the sight - clearly, the robot isn’t actually hurting Fred, but it’s still really funny to watch.
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