((I sent the profile back to you, Max.
Now I can try and attempt to continue my part in 30 minutes. *flexes hand muscles for a bout of incessent typing*))
((EDIT: Wow. That looked a lot longer while I was typing it. Here it seems all short. I'm trying to get ideas for how to get Nami and Rana involved with Kitt and the bunch, any ideas? I already have a good idea, but the thing is I need to work on it more.
))
Blue= Nami
Green= Rana
"Holy...!" Nami veered to the right, narrowly avoiding what looked like an SUV, as slickly black as oil. Rana screamed as the tail end of their car was rammed yet again, sending them into a deathy spin. Attempting to correct the car's alignment, Nami turned the steering wheel first left, then right, only to mess things up even worse. They rocketed over the curb and into the ditch. The car swerved of its own accord, ramming first into a barbed wire fence marking private property, then at last coming to a stop, stuck deep in the sparkling desert sands.
"What just happend?" Rana looked scared to death. Her eyes were as wide as saucers, her ears flattened back against her skull in terrifed submission to the situation. Somehow, during the turmoil, she had managed to slip out of her seatbelt and was now half way on the floor, her tail, red fur bristled and on end, wrapped around her like a security blanket. Neither air-bag had set off, so Nami was able to unbuckle herself.
“I have no idea, sweetheart.” Nami herself was flustered. Her heart beat at a rate much faster than usual. Her fur grew more matted with sweat as the seconds passed. Outside, she could see the car had done a nose dive into a mass of barbed wire, and, out the driver’s window, she could see that the black SUV from before had pulled to a much cleaner stop right next to them. To the right, an exactly similar vehicle. Behind, another SUV, the same situation. These people were clearly trying to block any fast escapes.
“Just get out, okay? Maybe we can talk to them.” Nami was a peaceful soul, and she said this truly believing that these people didn’t mean any harm. That they could, somehow, talk things out.
Her hand reached for the door handle.
“No, don’t. I don’t like this, sissy. I really, really don’t like it. Please don’t go out there. Please,” she whined.
Nami was about to talk her into it when she noticed all four doors in the SUV to their right were open. A group of people, all in black suits had gotten out, at a leisurely pace, knowing the two fox-children weren’t going anywhere. She recognized them. She could recognize them anywhere.
They were going to make the first move.
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