Jennifer & Billy in a Tank
Billy crunched the gears and the tank shuddered. Both at once, Jennifer said. Her strength was fading. Both pedals at once.
This isnt as easy as you said! The tank began to roll forward, and he clutched at the right tread column. Shit!
More gas. The tank roared in response, and then they were bouncing along the road. Here comes the corner. Ready?
Whos turning? You or me?
You are, she said. Billy! You!
He choked the right tread, and the tank began to swing around. They had a narrow slit to see through: the side of a building looked very close.
Oh, shit, he said. Are we going to
Somethingmaybe the gun barrelhit the side of the building. The tank shook but kept moving; they heard pieces of rubble bouncing off its skin.
Yahh, Billy said.
Floor it. Its a straight.
I dont believe Im doing this. He opened up the throttle; shakily, the tank increased speed. I dont believe it!
Argh, she said. Tanks ahead. Two, coming in from the left. Dont hit them.
Their radio squawked, Armored Unit 571, this is 301. Hows Delaware Avenue? You clear it?
Ive got my hands full here!
Just do it, she said.
He took a hand off the column to grab the radio. Uh, heya 301. Nah, Delawares all fucked up. Steer clear, man.
Roger that, the radio said. Then, Who is that?
Jennifer said, Dont
This is Billy NRA. Who are you?
For fucks sake, she said.
What? he hissed. You wanted me to talk to these guys.
Not she started, then looked out the viewslit. Turn!