Re: Registration Table: Jason + Angie
"Personal safety," he said, with a grim little smile. There was no crime in carrying a knife, and no reason to think he had any more of a clue what to do with it than any other guy who thought it was cool to carry one around. The likelihood that he was just another douche with a knife collection was a lot higher than the likelihood he could nail one of the searches at forty feet. "I get scared," he added.
He glanced right, saw the blood. Nothing serious, but it wasn't going to help them to leave a trail from here to where ever they hid. Hopefully the mob wasn't as good at tracking as they were at looking menacing in a group. "Hang on," he said, grabbed the by the arm, and took the edge of the ridge at a slide.
It was a bumpy ride. On the way down there were knotted roots, overgrowths, and any number of uncomfortable objects to catch your feet and break your tailbone. But it was fast, and it meant making it to the bottom without one or the other of them cracking their heads open. He didn't buy that the mob wanted them bad enough to follow the same way, and he was right. At the bottom of the ridge, he looked up and saw the lights above fanning out, trying to spot where they'd gone down without actually coming after.
"Let's go," he whispered, checking her. Did she make it down okay? If so, they could get away quiet and worry about the why of the mob later on.