Existence Womb (73)

   
   "Existence Womb (73)"
   
   With furious fangs, Buck ripped away Miriam's straight-jacket, revealing her in only a t-shirt and some granny panties--it was a good look, he slowly thought.
   Anyway, the alarms were boisterously buzzing within the government prison, and Miriam grasped her coyote cool, following Buck's mercurial strut the hell out of there.  He tore apart many guards, resisting their bullet power with uncanny resilience, his teeth the only objects to inflict any penetrative harm.
   Miriam grabbed a fallen guard's gun, simple .45 Colt--American made.  Now, feeling like a semi-automatic Doc Holliday, waaaay beyond the antiquated miles of single shot action, she exploded bullets at anything coming towards her, and soon, Buck and herself were out amid the galactic night, a full Moon raging brilliantly, beaming the Daystar's life upon nocturnal Terra.
   Buck immediately chewed a hole through a safety fence, denying its electric shock, and Miriam was cautious yet swift in getting through without being electrically charged any further than the human body already was.
   Then, they ran.  Her scatterfeet like Hermes reborn, keeping a steady gallop with Buck; next, as they faded from the unjust incarceration, she heard his telepathy tell her:  "We're going to Little Rock, Arkansas.  Second poorest state in the Union, and plenty of underground dwellings till we have this figured out.  Gotta steal a car first.  I can hot-wire a blender ya know."
   Miriam, activated by the action and juice of it all, in a state of bizarre jubilation offered:  "Damn, I think I pissed in my granny panties."