Walking Shadows 8: the ride
The Spirit-Mobile was just big enough to fit all five of them as they took the drive across the city. The vehicle was really just a simple Scion decked out with a Spirit Cop logo and phone number, but Alli already corrected him once over the name of the car.
Up front, Alli drove and Marilyn rode next to her. They had recruited the two with little time for introduction or explanation. He wondered about the blonde’s story. Why would anyone want to look that much like Marilyn Monroe, even taking the name? If her tube top wasn’t so revealing, Garret might have thought she was a transvestite, as the only other people he knew that spent that much time dressed as Monroe were all dudes. He could see enough of her breasts even from the back seat to tell she was all real.
Garrett wondered what sent him on this fool’s errand in the first place. He wasn’t a hero at all. When he first dubbed himself Stomp and started to help out around the community, this was the kind of thing he expressly set out to avoid. His body still ached from the fight at Cyrus’s apartment, yet here he was riding towards another fight. He had strength, but he wasn’t trained to fight. He could barely throw a punch. He was as likely to hurt those around him as he was any enemy. Even Ian was better under pressure than he was.
