The engine started with a roar - a sound that could have easily been muffled if he’d been able to convert from that ancient combustion engine - and Marc muttered a series of ‘fucks’ when the gunshots suspiciously stopped. He could only take that to mean that they were<span style="font-style: italic">moving</span>instead of shooting now. He prayed that they couldn’t do much of both at the same time. “Hold on,” he warned them, but to Lex’s disdain he didn’t wait very fucking long. The speeder took off with a jolt, and Lex felt Blue begin to slide back away from him. She hadn’t been holding onto anything, and Marcus hadn’t given enough of a notice for any functional human to have registered it.<br/><br/>Lex reached back to hold onto whatever part of her was closest in reach. Her knee, as it turned out. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for him to hook a hand behind her leg while his other arm wrapped tightly around Marc’s chest. The speeder flipped around on a dime, and the rapid sway had Lex feeling more than a little motion sick. He hoped that Blue stayed seated behind him, but when the speeder took off in a second jolt of power, it wasn’t looking hopeful.<br/><br/>The roads immediately outside of their house was clear, Marcus determined by his race from the back of the house to the front. He made a sharp left, cutting across untended lawns to get from point A to point B as soon as possible. His immediate goal was the South Gate, and that was almost close enough he could taste it. If they could just make it that far, it should be a clear shot to the warehouse. And even if it wasn’t, at least there were no clusters of buildings that Realians could be hiding behind, so they’d know their imminent death was upon them.