"Get in the car!" Mike screamed.
We had learned to obey that tone of voice promptly. Elena tossed her bag in the trunk and dove in after it. I launched myself into the passenger seat. Only it wasn't the passenger seat.
"Go! Go! Go!" Mike screamed, slamming himself in the side of the car that should have had the steering wheel.
I had driven a car exactly once in my life. I'd been six years old and sitting on my dad's lap. But when that oversized vulture rocketed out of the heavens on a missile path toward our windshield, I didn't hesitate. Cramming the car into gear, I shot out onto the concourse.