Frances drifts through the left turn, merrily ignoring the loud honks and shouts at the pretty illegal move. "You still have a tracker on the perp?" she shouts over the chaos as she skips a gear to two to get to the fourth. Her tie's loose around her neck, never willing to give the bad guys a noose to strangle with, and the matching graphite fedora is in the back seat of the sports car so it doesn't whip off with the wind. She's glad for the pants, though, running down anyone is a pain in the ass in skirt and heels.
(Read comments)
Post a comment in response:
scribbld is part of the horse.13 network
Design by Jimmy B.
Logo created by 
hitsuzen.
Scribbld System Status
