The rickety old car’s wheel vibrate. Diesel grabs at himself and moans in pain, “Are you alright?!” He growls, “I’m fine!” I shake my head, “You aren’t fine. You just got cut up by an intergalactic assassin.” He squints, “He didn’t look it.” I rub the steering wheel, “The smoke is new though.”

  He tenses up and I let us roll to a stop. “Keep going!” I sigh and look down at the blood trickling down his side. He grits his teeth and the wound seals itself shut. He grimaces as I take out a scope. “I’m fine! Let’s go!” I adjust the scope, battalions and battalions of tanks, barely any room to move through the massive crowd.

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  I suddenly chance upon Jack, chained to a post. He looks up with a surprised look. Soldiers follow his eyes and they become frantic. I lower the scope and climb back down, “Hostages.” “I can take them.” He tries to get up, but roars in pain.

  “We have to move.” "They saw you?" I groan as I arm myself to the teeth, "Yeah, we have to ditch the car." He groans and grabs at his head. "God, the pain." I shake my head, "Come on, I'll hoist you up." He takes my hand, "Ready?" I groan as he moans in pain, but I manage to get him upright. Without me, he would've fell out the car.

  He leans over me as we walk towards the forest. "Rose is lucky to have you." "It's a job." He chuckles, "Don't just brush it off, you're everything to that girl." We both hear cars coming our way, so I lower him down and lay flat.