[ One of those strange lights slashing in the vehicle's cabin is Drift's black box being flicked on. Just at the right moment, the ordinarily self-possessed Darkling lets out what could charitable be called a shout but had veered dangerously into the territory of a squeak.
The tiny, albeit petty victory, was short-lived, however. No sooner had Drift caught the dent in the Darkling's equanimity had the formed grabbed his gear shift in a blind panic. Yanking it into park and painfully grinding the transmission and Drift himself to a stuttering stall that sends him fish-tailing.
Good old 'Borislav' abruptly makes an appearance, suddenly leaning between the front seats from the back. Grabbing the Darkling's shoulders and trying to pry him off from whatever he might have latched onto now. ]
Did you seriously grab my gear shift?! Let go, or you're going to make us crash!
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The tiny, albeit petty victory, was short-lived, however. No sooner had Drift caught the dent in the Darkling's equanimity had the formed grabbed his gear shift in a blind panic. Yanking it into park and painfully grinding the transmission and Drift himself to a stuttering stall that sends him fish-tailing.
Good old 'Borislav' abruptly makes an appearance, suddenly leaning between the front seats from the back. Grabbing the Darkling's shoulders and trying to pry him off from whatever he might have latched onto now. ]
Did you seriously grab my gear shift?! Let go, or you're going to make us crash!