Chapter 366: Arc 5, - 60: The Chase
The rumbling-roaring engine slithered onto the dark cobble road. Headlights of yellow cut through the low-lying fog and guided the way into the forthcoming midnight as bouts of thunder bellowed in the darkened sky.
Past streetlamps and through a straight unbusy road—she pressed her foot down further, but the engine only rattled in response.
Both her arms were outstretched halfway to hold the large steering wheel. She steered around the bend in the road, scaring the local cats and dogs that rooted through scattered trash.
Fumeko stuck her head out the window and looked back; she noticed beams of yellow light travelling behind them, getting brighter, "They’re catching up, can’t this thing go any faster!?" she shouted over the engine.
The blonde checked her single rearview mirror, "Wait a minute," Jotou looked the levers by her side and grabbed one, "One of them must be reverse, which must be that whole maze there," she muttered.
"So," Jotou quickly scanned the pattern of the gearbox. She shifted the lever right then back. With that, the engine roared louder and thicker loops of smoke trailed behind them.
Everyone felt themselves sink into the back of their seats as Jotou managed to grip the steering wheel in time. She glanced to the speedometer and what was a bronze needle stuck at the fifty to sixty mark, began to move into the seventies.
However, her gaze was drawn to the maximum speed of eighty kilometres per hour and she eased off of the accelerator paddle by a smidgen—lest the car breakdown without warning.
Narrow were the streets of southeast Mandrake and every bump in the cobblestone made the car jump, only worsening the fear that it might flip or crash.
"PING!" Everyone flinched. No matter the speed, the assailants behind had a straight shot to their vehicle. The beams of light spotlighted their expeditious retreat.
"Tiffany, can you blast them back? I’m sure one scream and those cars are done for," Fumeko glanced back.
Tiffany sat in the middle and held her throat. Her head moved from side-to-side in a daze before she shook her head proper, "ScreAming’s one thIng, but I-I feel nauseous," her voice croaked and cracked.