[Steve crouches just enough to grab one strap of his shield, yanking it up and jamming his fingers through until it settles against his forearm.]
How do you feel about driving backwards?
[Even though it's a shout, he sounds calm. He feels calm, though there's a newsreel image in his mind of one dangling earring, a wedding ring, a gunshot to the head. That's for later.
Now, he ducks the roll bar and hangs out one side of the jeep, calculating so quickly that he reaches a decision before he knows the questions.]
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How do you feel about driving backwards?
[Even though it's a shout, he sounds calm. He feels calm, though there's a newsreel image in his mind of one dangling earring, a wedding ring, a gunshot to the head. That's for later.
Now, he ducks the roll bar and hangs out one side of the jeep, calculating so quickly that he reaches a decision before he knows the questions.]
Five seconds, turn hard and hit the gas!