MV: Whisker-Thin Escapes

Andy's biggest fear was that going through the glass would throw his balance off, but it shattered into a webwork of safety-glass cracks the moment his claws pierced it, and he passed through without any significant impact. The ground was far below -- Too far! -- but it was too late to do anything about that. He landed barefoot on the concrete, tucked, and rolled until he fetched up against a wood-and-metal bench. 

Andy pulled himself to his feet, and found himself staring down the barrel of a military-looking rifle, held by a figure in black combat gear. 

Veronica landed behind him, already shifting back to her human form. "Wait! Don't shoot him -- that's the kid. Targets are inside -- werewolf on level three, and a wight and a nightbringer coming down the fire stairs."

The armored figure swung around to look at her. "ID, please."

Veronica fished out her wallet and showed a badge. The armored man nodded, then touched the radio on his chest and spoke into it. Andy sagged with relief, and Veronica came forward to grab his elbow. "Can you drive?"

"Sure." Andy hadn't been driving long, but he could drive. "Stick or automatic, either one."

"Good. I've got a car around the side, and we need to get out of here. The team will get the building locked down, and hopefully eliminate the threat -- whoever they are, these guys are dangerous even for rogues. If you can drive, I can reload -- and make some calls."

Andy shrugged, and followed her as she started walking towards her car. She wasn't slow, and she wasn't worried about whether or not he would follow her; that much was obvious. "I can shoot, too," Andy told her. 

Veronica didn't even break her stride. "You," she reminded him, "are a teenager who's absolutely fed up with all this. I am not giving you a gun."

Okay, fair, Andy thought, and shrugged. "Then I'll drive."

The car was a sort of mini-SUV, a Honda, and Andy reached for the driver's door as Veronica unlocked it. He was pulling his seat belt on as she slid into the passenger seat, and took a brief moment to look over the console. Okay, automatic transmission, button instead of key to start it, nothing unusual. He stepped on the brake and started the car, checked to make sure that the emergency brake was off, and then slipped it into Reverse. He kept the movement casual, getting a feel for how sensitive the pedals were, how much turn it took to adjust the steering, where exactly turn signals and lights were located.  

It was dark out, so he flicked the headlights on, then got the car aligned and put it in Drive. The parking lot was full, so he made his way to the exit and turned onto the street. 

Veronica was shaking the bullets from her revolver into her hand. She took a moment to put the two remaining bullets back into the cylinder, then dumped the empty shells onto the floor of the passenger seat. "Turn right on Coit," she said absently. "We're heading up into Frisco."

"All right," he said, and started looking for street signs. 

He found Coit road, turned onto it, and headed north. He checked the mirrors, then slammed his foot down on the pedal. The car lurched forward, speeding up, and Veronica yelled, "Slow down! The last thing we need is attention from the police!"

Andy pressed down harder, swerved around a Dodge sedan, and kept going. 

"You're going to--" Veronica glanced back. "Oh, shit."

A massive black wolf was chasing them down the road, moving at impossible speeds.

"You motherfucker, I haven't even had a chance to reload!" she said, but she was already rolling down the window and leaning out. She aimed carefully, fired off one shot. Andy watched as the beast behind them lurched, barely managing to keep its footing. She took aim again, then fired a second shot, and watched as it stumbled, tumbled, and slid along the pavement. 

Andy hit the breaks, slowing them gently. 

"What are you doing?" asked Veronica. 

"Can a wight follow at that speed?" He asked. "Or a nightbringer?"

"...No," Veronica admitted. 

"So do you want to keep running, or do we finish it here?" asked Andy, feeling justifiably smug. 

Veronica stared at him for the space of a breath. "You scare me, kid."

Andy shrugged. "They killed me, murdered my girlfriend, and endangered my little sister. When I said I was fed up, that might have been an understatement."

Veronica snorted something that might have been a laugh. "All right. I'll reload and go deal with him. You stay here in the car."

"Not a fucking chance," Andy said. 

She looked at him for another long moment, then reached forward and opened the glove box. "I could get fired for this, so don't ever say anything about it -- but I changed my mind, you're getting a gun."