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Oh, yeah.
The roar of her baby's engine right then was just about the sweetest sound her ears ever heard.
What infected were still on her tail at that point were promptly left in the dust kicked up by 700-horsepower wheels spinning to life, the young woman abandoning her helmet in the sand to save on time in favor of revving up the engine and hightailing it out of there. She watched the Ford carrying-- as far as she knew-- Ruby and the Swede pull out of the station with an involuntary grin on her face, honestly just a little flabbergasted at just how smoothly this was all going aaaaaaand Ruby wasn't in that truck.
Why. The. Hell. Was. Ruby. Not. In. The. Truck.
"... RUBY?!"
Oh god. Please don't let it be true. Please please please let her be wrong.
She checked again. Nope. One Scandinavian driver who was gonna be feeling lousy in the morning, and that was it. No Ruby. In an instant, Yang's entire demeanor changed, confident composure going straight out the window as she swallowed hard and frantically threw her gaze around in search of a baby sister now dealing with the terror of unplanned pedestrianism. When her lilac eyes found her, weaponless, car-less, and (to Yang at least) looking like a lost lamb being circled by wolves, she simultaneously breathed a small sigh of relief and grew even more urgent, wasting absolutely no time in turning the bike around and speeding towards the tiny dork with the furious pace of desperation backing her up, screeching to a rough halt but sticking it well and coming to a stop just short of running Ruby over. She was completely oblivious to the weird helmet guy from before having the same idea, keeping her engine running and waiting for Ruby to climb on back as she flapped her hands in a mild worry-induced panic.
"What's the deal, sis?! You were driving the truck! And now, you, you're not even IN the truck! What happened to the plan?"
Granted, their plan was at least 80% non-verbal and relied mostly on sisterly intuition and following each others' lead, but still. The plan Yang ended up having in her head had looked pretty darn good to her, and this was not part of it. If there was one thing the older sister was grateful for, however, it was that she noticed Ruby's absence before she took off down the highway and left this place behind; She couldn't even fathom how she ever could've coped with that kind of failure. At least with how things worked out now, she could keep close to Ruby and know where she was at all times.
Unless that other guy snatched her up first and rode off. Yeah, she saw him over there now that she wasn't so flustered, all roughed up and looking creepy as ever. She was sure (or at least she hoped) he meant well, but if he thought for a second she was just gonna let her sis climb aboard and drive off with some guy who'd been about as communicative as one of those hokey movie slashers from the 80s... He was even more whacked out than whatever those things on his wrist were.
@Schnee Corp Lawyer @Krieg @Saint Guillotine
Oh, yeah.
The roar of her baby's engine right then was just about the sweetest sound her ears ever heard.
What infected were still on her tail at that point were promptly left in the dust kicked up by 700-horsepower wheels spinning to life, the young woman abandoning her helmet in the sand to save on time in favor of revving up the engine and hightailing it out of there. She watched the Ford carrying-- as far as she knew-- Ruby and the Swede pull out of the station with an involuntary grin on her face, honestly just a little flabbergasted at just how smoothly this was all going aaaaaaand Ruby wasn't in that truck.
Why. The. Hell. Was. Ruby. Not. In. The. Truck.
"... RUBY?!"
Oh god. Please don't let it be true. Please please please let her be wrong.
She checked again. Nope. One Scandinavian driver who was gonna be feeling lousy in the morning, and that was it. No Ruby. In an instant, Yang's entire demeanor changed, confident composure going straight out the window as she swallowed hard and frantically threw her gaze around in search of a baby sister now dealing with the terror of unplanned pedestrianism. When her lilac eyes found her, weaponless, car-less, and (to Yang at least) looking like a lost lamb being circled by wolves, she simultaneously breathed a small sigh of relief and grew even more urgent, wasting absolutely no time in turning the bike around and speeding towards the tiny dork with the furious pace of desperation backing her up, screeching to a rough halt but sticking it well and coming to a stop just short of running Ruby over. She was completely oblivious to the weird helmet guy from before having the same idea, keeping her engine running and waiting for Ruby to climb on back as she flapped her hands in a mild worry-induced panic.
"What's the deal, sis?! You were driving the truck! And now, you, you're not even IN the truck! What happened to the plan?"
Granted, their plan was at least 80% non-verbal and relied mostly on sisterly intuition and following each others' lead, but still. The plan Yang ended up having in her head had looked pretty darn good to her, and this was not part of it. If there was one thing the older sister was grateful for, however, it was that she noticed Ruby's absence before she took off down the highway and left this place behind; She couldn't even fathom how she ever could've coped with that kind of failure. At least with how things worked out now, she could keep close to Ruby and know where she was at all times.
Unless that other guy snatched her up first and rode off. Yeah, she saw him over there now that she wasn't so flustered, all roughed up and looking creepy as ever. She was sure (or at least she hoped) he meant well, but if he thought for a second she was just gonna let her sis climb aboard and drive off with some guy who'd been about as communicative as one of those hokey movie slashers from the 80s... He was even more whacked out than whatever those things on his wrist were.
@Schnee Corp Lawyer @Krieg @Saint Guillotine