Ava instinctively reared back from the window. “Shit! *Please* drive,” she yelled at the cab driver.
The driver looked frantically around at the shadowy figures that surrounded his car, “Do you see this?! Who are you people?”
Ava took out her wadded-up cache of paper bills and tossed it on the empty front passenger seat. Hopefully, he wouldn’t count it until much, much later. “Here, that’s all the money I have. Just drive, it’s fine, they’ll move.”
“Are you out of your mind?!” He spat.
“I told you not to roll the window down,” Ava spat back before surging forward to wrench back the button to bring the window up. The glass pane managed to rise a few inches before Xavier clamped and hand down on it and pushed. Gears from within the door began to whir in protest as Xavier brute forced the window back down in its chassis. With a low growl, the window’s regulator snapped, and the pane slammed all the way down.
Ava and the cabby both jumped in surprise. Cursing, the driver laid on the horn,
