OK, here goes. This is from very early in the story I am writing. A young man has been kidnapped, is being transported in a van, and is being rescued by one of my two female protagonists...
The sudden noise was loud and overwhelming, the high pitched screech of metal on metal, and Jeffrey could see something was cutting through the roof, and the men inside with him were screaming at each other, pulling out guns, while a section of the roof fell on the men in front, and an object of some kind fell in with it. What happened next wasn’t entirely clear, the sequence of events becoming confused, but Jeffrey was aware of something burning his eyes, something tugging at his straps, and a woman’s voice in English saying “There you are” and he was being lifted, manhandled in some way, as the van beneath him swayed suddenly and violently, and there was wind in his face, and the voice next to him screaming “Here we go!” and he tried to say “What?” and he was being strongly gripped all around, wrapped up as it were, in a confusing mix of woman and neoprene, and then the world went really crazy. Flying, turning, bouncing, rolling, and it was incomprehensible and really, really painful. Unable to see, barely able to breath, he could hear grunts of pain, not all of them his. Then he was released, and he found himself sliding to a stop on gravel, and being vaguely aware of another figure lying next to him, and again the female voice was shouting.
“Oh, hell yeah!” and in a more normal voice “I wasn’t sure that was going to work.” There was a squeal of tires somewhere nearby. “Uh oh,” she said, and her face was suddenly above him. He had time to see pale blue eyes, short red hair, young features set in a tense expression. “How are you,” she asked “Are your legs ok?”
He wiggled his toes. “They’re fine, I think.” She grabbed him by his shirt, pulled him up.
“Time to haul ass, buddy.”
Spitting dirt, and rubbing his eyes, he followed her down the road, aware that the van had turned around, was close by and heading their way. She led him to where a yellow ribbon was tied to a tree, and she turned in. There was a kind of tropical woods here, all ferns and palms and lush vegetation, and a path that led away from the road. A few feet in, she stopped and turned, and fired a large pistol back the way they had come. Glancing back, through tearing vision, he saw his captors, guns in hand, standing next to their van, bullet holes appearing suddenly in the side of it, and the men scattering in various directions.
She was peeling off pieces of her Michelin Man suit. “You didn’t hit them.” He told her. She gave him a sour look, “I wasn’t trying to hit anyone, I just wanted to slow them down.” Shorn of her padding, she was revealed as a petite, busty, wide hipped young woman, very sexy actually, in a black jumpsuit, and still breathing heavily, he noticed-
She squirted water into his eyes, from a small container in her hand. “You can sightsee later, pal. Let’s go.” Then they were running down the path, ferns slapping him in his face, wiping at the water, struggling to keep up with her, her form visible just beyond the intrusive ferns, running ahead of him.
“Who are you?” he finally shouted, after he felt he had figured out who she was.
“I was hired by your parents to get you back. Trust me!” she shouted back. For some reason, that struck him as really funny.
edited 3rd Apr '13 9:42:18 AM by DeMarquis
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