Blaze looked from Charger to Drakko, then back to Charger.
"What about you? If you don't get your ass in gear--"
Streak interrupted him. "Forget it! Let's just go!"
She grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back to the car.
Art was out cold. "Blaze, do you think you can carry Artie here?"
Blaze nodded and opened the driver's side door to reach in and grab him.
Streak turned to Dave. "Hey ... kid."
Dave grunted, but it sounded weak. Almost a sob. "I'm 18. Don't call me 'kid.'"
Streak rolled her eyes. "Whatever. We've go to move. Now. Can you handle a bit of running?"
Dave looked up. "Maybe. I have a bad knee ..."
Streak cried out. This wasn't going well. "Look, grab those cats and lets move it. I'll carry you on my shoulders if I have to, but come on!"
Dave looked over at Kix and Krisha, and without giving them time to respond (hope you don't mind, T), he snatched them up and climbed out of the car, cradlin them in his arms.
Streak lifted Dave and soon had him riding on her shoulders. Blaze, meanwhile, had Art hanging limp over his left shoulder.
Streak: "Go! The dam is getting worse!"
They ran.....
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