Without thinking, Strauss slams on the brakes bringing the vehicle to
a screaming standstill. All three passengers are thrown forward into
the embrace of their seat belts, knocking the wind out of all all of
them.
“I said slow down,” Fiona chides as she catches her breath,
rubbing at her collar bone. “Not stop completely. That really
hurt.”
“We apologise, m'lady,” Strauss replies, “We are very wary of
potential obstacles we cannot see. If you will guide us, we will
continue at a more genteel pace.”
“If it's all the same to you,” she says, unfastening her belt, “I
think I'd rather walk from here.” She reaches for the door handle
before adding “I haven't felt safe for a single moment in this
thing.”
