She pulls a small key from her jacket and jerks Falcon’s arm toward her to unlock the cuff. “Don’t make me regret this,” she tells him as she clasps the loose cuff to her wrist like a bracelet. “If anything, you’ll thank me.” Falcon reaches into the car and pops the trunk open. The sudden movement of the hood rising makes the Marauders focus their fire on it. “I need a distraction,” Falcon tells Phoenix. She glares at him before crawling to the front of the car. Reaching up and banging her hand on the car hood pays off as the Marauders divert their gunfire in that direction. Falcon peeks up through the car window to see the assailants moving toward the front. He crawls to the back of the car and looks inside the trunk. No traditional weapons. Not even a spare tire or tool box. At this point he’d be happy with a screw driver. The four-sided tire iron will just have to do. He grabs it and ducks back down.
What do You think about Freelancers: Falcon & Phoenix?
