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Jonathan had an idea. The car that El had pummeled the Russians with couldn't drive—it was completely wrecked—but they didn't need it to. The only thing wrong with Nancy's own car was that the ignition cable was missing, an ignition cable that would surely be in this one. The only problem was that the hood was against the food court stand, and to access the cable, they needed to tip the car over. Which was how Gabe found himself in the pizza place with the others, straining his non-existent muscles in an attempt to push the vehicle over. Even with the manpower of himself, Lucas, Alina, Nancy, Jonathan, Mike and Max, the car refused to budge more than a few inches. Even when Gabe's foot found the wall in an attempt to put all of his weight on it. It still didn't move.
"Push!" Jonathan ordered, like they hadn't already been doing that. Gabe's arms trembled, sweat glistening on his forehead, his breath coming in shallow breaths, and the car moved a little bit forward, though definitely not enough to tip over completely. Gabe wondered if he was about to dislocate his shoulders. It felt like it, anyway.
There was one more heave, and then the car fell back towards the counter, crashing up against it with a shattering of glass. Gabe yelped, shielding his head, and managed to avoid the pieces of the window. But that wasn't the main problem at hand. The problem was that they still couldn't get the ignition cable, which meant that they were still trapped in the mall. If Billy found his way in, they would be easy pickings. Fish in a barrel.
"Shit!" Lucas swore. Gabe just leaned against the counter, expelling large gasps. His arms felt like they had been wrenched out of their sockets, and he resolved that, if he survived everything, he would start working out. Start lifting or something. Because right now, he had as much muscle as a spaghetti noodle.
"Let me try," suggested El. She was standing beside Will, watching them struggle, because, obviously, no one expected her to throw out her back on a wobbly leg. And as for Will... well, he'd just gotten lucky. There was no more space left for him.
