31-05-2019, 02:48 PM
"Squadra de Ultimados." Said a woman's voice over the car's sound system.
"This is Snow White!" Maria shouted, seeing that the tank had managed to turn around and was building speed to be on her tail once more. At a lower volume, she added "Verification: La Speranza. I am being pursued in my vehicle by a tank! I must speak to Jiminy Cricket at once."
The Ultimados operator heard the correct code phrases and took Lady Maria seriously.
"Confirmed, Snow White." The woman replied in Italian. "I have your tracker and am patching in Jiminy Cricket."
Maria took a sharp turn as the cannon roared again. It hit the street, sending cobblestones flying into walls and windows. Over the sound as she drove away, she heard the clicks of a speakerphone in a busy room joining the conversation.
"Snow White!" Capitan Gregario Ortega addressed the speaker. "This is Jiminy Cricket. Clarify: You are being chased by a tanker truck?"
"No!" Maria shouted as she shifted gears. "A tank. An old German tank from the war!"
Ortega barked some orders in Spanish and Maria heard multiple feet running.
"Roger that, Snow White, the Dwarves are scrambling to your signal. If it's a WWII-era tank, you should be able to outrun it and escape."
"Not an option." Maria replied, turning into an alley between the rows of houses that, while big enough for her car, would also be big enough for the tank to use. "I am on La Collina, near the castle. There are too many innocents to risk if they decided to harm bystanders to get to me. So far, I've prevented this!"
Maria glanced at the rearview mirror. The alley ran the length of the block. She decelerated slightly so that they could see which direction she was going to turn before leaving the gunner's line of sight, keenly aware that if a child or animal were to run from one of the back yards across the alley at this time, she would be unable to avoid hitting them at terminal velocity. If she slammed on the brakes, turned into a wall, or otherwise try to stop her car now, it would roll and then both she and the child would absolutely be killed.
She needed to focus. Maria downshifted as the tank began to crash through a wooden fence to cut the corner that her car had just taken.
"He drives like he got his license this morning. The machine gun on the top has been ruined. I've been able to..."
Maria whipped around the corner, accelerating again. The movements of the main barrel seemed jerky as the gunner adjusted to locate his target. The driver continued toward Maria as she rounded another corner. She e-braked right, because turning left would take her back toward the citizens coming out of their homes to see what the noise was about. A moment later, everyone scrambled back indoors when the tank rounded the corner after what looked to be Lady Maria's Ferrari, barely recognizable from all the shredded rear end.
"Dodge him!" Maria finished. "I am leading him back in the direction of the castle. Perhaps I can get him to chase me back into the courtyard and play 'Toro Toro' until he runs out of shells or you arrive." She wasn't certain if she was thinking of the right words. Great-Grandpapa had abolished bullfighting in the country long before she'd been born; however, she'd seen them on television and concluded that it was the right description for her idea.
Maria's rear window was solid white and peeling, threatening to fall at any moment. She couldn't see out her rear-view mirror, but from the side, she saw the barrel was almost aimed correctly again.
"Negativo, Snow White! Too risky!" Ortega insisted, understanding that the princess' own sense of duty rivaled that of most of the Ultimados who would have been protecting her if something as unexpected as this hadn't happened. And that she'd willingly sacrifice her own life to save others. "The Dwarves are in the air. ETA 3 minutes. Can you lead him onto Strada Al Castillo? A wide, open thoroughfare like that would give them a better chance for a clean Hi-Ho."
"Won't it be full of... oh!"
Maria glanced at the clock and noticed the time, 12:43 PM. She'd been aware for a while that the expression "Nothing happens between 12 and 2 in San Finzione" was becoming a misconception at a geometric rate. However, for the most part, people were home and doing the sort of thing she'd hoped to be doing with Stavro by now before her plans had been interrupted by tons of German Steel chasing her with sloppily murderous intent.
The distracted thought caused her to notice almost too late that the gunner had finally gotten a bead on her. The call with the last round had been too close, and as she sharply turned down La Collina entering the main thoroughfare between the Marketplace and Castle Finzione; Strada Al Castillo, the shell erupted close enough to cause the Ferrari to almost tip over. As she landed back down with a jolt, Maria could now hear, see, and feel that both her rear tires had been blown off and that her bare rims were now dragging and sparking on the ground behind her. She stomped on the gas, aware that she rapidly was losing the advantage of acceleration but hoping to keep that of maneuverability.
"This is Snow White!" Maria shouted, seeing that the tank had managed to turn around and was building speed to be on her tail once more. At a lower volume, she added "Verification: La Speranza. I am being pursued in my vehicle by a tank! I must speak to Jiminy Cricket at once."
The Ultimados operator heard the correct code phrases and took Lady Maria seriously.
"Confirmed, Snow White." The woman replied in Italian. "I have your tracker and am patching in Jiminy Cricket."
Maria took a sharp turn as the cannon roared again. It hit the street, sending cobblestones flying into walls and windows. Over the sound as she drove away, she heard the clicks of a speakerphone in a busy room joining the conversation.
"Snow White!" Capitan Gregario Ortega addressed the speaker. "This is Jiminy Cricket. Clarify: You are being chased by a tanker truck?"
"No!" Maria shouted as she shifted gears. "A tank. An old German tank from the war!"
Ortega barked some orders in Spanish and Maria heard multiple feet running.
"Roger that, Snow White, the Dwarves are scrambling to your signal. If it's a WWII-era tank, you should be able to outrun it and escape."
"Not an option." Maria replied, turning into an alley between the rows of houses that, while big enough for her car, would also be big enough for the tank to use. "I am on La Collina, near the castle. There are too many innocents to risk if they decided to harm bystanders to get to me. So far, I've prevented this!"
Maria glanced at the rearview mirror. The alley ran the length of the block. She decelerated slightly so that they could see which direction she was going to turn before leaving the gunner's line of sight, keenly aware that if a child or animal were to run from one of the back yards across the alley at this time, she would be unable to avoid hitting them at terminal velocity. If she slammed on the brakes, turned into a wall, or otherwise try to stop her car now, it would roll and then both she and the child would absolutely be killed.
She needed to focus. Maria downshifted as the tank began to crash through a wooden fence to cut the corner that her car had just taken.
"He drives like he got his license this morning. The machine gun on the top has been ruined. I've been able to..."
Maria whipped around the corner, accelerating again. The movements of the main barrel seemed jerky as the gunner adjusted to locate his target. The driver continued toward Maria as she rounded another corner. She e-braked right, because turning left would take her back toward the citizens coming out of their homes to see what the noise was about. A moment later, everyone scrambled back indoors when the tank rounded the corner after what looked to be Lady Maria's Ferrari, barely recognizable from all the shredded rear end.
"Dodge him!" Maria finished. "I am leading him back in the direction of the castle. Perhaps I can get him to chase me back into the courtyard and play 'Toro Toro' until he runs out of shells or you arrive." She wasn't certain if she was thinking of the right words. Great-Grandpapa had abolished bullfighting in the country long before she'd been born; however, she'd seen them on television and concluded that it was the right description for her idea.
Maria's rear window was solid white and peeling, threatening to fall at any moment. She couldn't see out her rear-view mirror, but from the side, she saw the barrel was almost aimed correctly again.
"Negativo, Snow White! Too risky!" Ortega insisted, understanding that the princess' own sense of duty rivaled that of most of the Ultimados who would have been protecting her if something as unexpected as this hadn't happened. And that she'd willingly sacrifice her own life to save others. "The Dwarves are in the air. ETA 3 minutes. Can you lead him onto Strada Al Castillo? A wide, open thoroughfare like that would give them a better chance for a clean Hi-Ho."
"Won't it be full of... oh!"
Maria glanced at the clock and noticed the time, 12:43 PM. She'd been aware for a while that the expression "Nothing happens between 12 and 2 in San Finzione" was becoming a misconception at a geometric rate. However, for the most part, people were home and doing the sort of thing she'd hoped to be doing with Stavro by now before her plans had been interrupted by tons of German Steel chasing her with sloppily murderous intent.
The distracted thought caused her to notice almost too late that the gunner had finally gotten a bead on her. The call with the last round had been too close, and as she sharply turned down La Collina entering the main thoroughfare between the Marketplace and Castle Finzione; Strada Al Castillo, the shell erupted close enough to cause the Ferrari to almost tip over. As she landed back down with a jolt, Maria could now hear, see, and feel that both her rear tires had been blown off and that her bare rims were now dragging and sparking on the ground behind her. She stomped on the gas, aware that she rapidly was losing the advantage of acceleration but hoping to keep that of maneuverability.
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