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Donny had moved past the driver's seat after having secured microwire to the gearshift. He'd begun trading words with Najwa, and as he spoke he leaned over the passenger seat and rolled the window down just a tad. The general idea was that if she tried running by on that side, he could quickly put the sedan into neutral and coast away from her whilst shooting her through the gap in the window. He wanted to head to the back, pop the trunk from a relatively safe prone position, and then start raining hell on her without delay under cover of smoke. He'd turned away with one foot past the drivers seat, about to head further back when... He performed a double take, staring at the passenger side mirror. Anyone less observant would have missed it. Yes, although the smoke was filling in nicely the plume was far narrower towards the ground, and past it he had seen the rear tire of the coupe a spot down shift. As Donny watched and kept talking, he could see the tire well heave and start to rise, and could hear the suspension creaking.

Immediately Donny realized that he'd nearly taken her lightly a second time. He'd assumed she'd super senses, reflexes, and speed, but hadn't contributed super strength to her to boot, after all she'd been so quick to take cover he'd pegged her as vulnerable. She was probably tough as nails too in hindsight, which meant peppering her with the usual gunfire would be underestimating her. Regardless he'd seen enough television to know what was going to happen next. That car was about to get a lot closer a lot faster. Going forwards was unwise, he had no idea how far or accurately she could toss that thing. That left one alternative. Without any pause in his question or any change in his voice, and most certainly without any hesitation, he whirled back towards the wheel, his foot hitting the gas before his ass hit the seat, yanking on the garrote wire at the same time. It'd cleanly slice through the leather grip and dig a little ways into the metal core of the gear shift, jerking it from park to reverse.
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From Najwa's end, she'd still be able to hear Donny talking calmly with his thick drawly accent, and as she was just about at the apex of her lift she'd faintly hear the gear shift down a notch. What did that little sneak think he was doing this time? Even if he'd somehow spied her before the toss there was way he could make it. The car's engine wasn't even running, so the best he could hope for was to hop down another gear into neutral, and even then there's no possible way he could escape th-

What occurred next would be one of the few sneak attacks that Najwa would have virtually no chance to anticipate. She'd have no idea that Donny's sedan could move so quickly backwards, or so silently. The sedan quietly bolted in reverse with no warning the instant the gear shifted, and with a 300 horsepower induction motor that allowed it to accelerate in either direction from 0-60 mph in 2.7 seconds. There wasn't much more than a few feet of space between the sedan and the Nissan 420z, yet the sedan had enough power and momentum even at that range to shove it backwards with a mighty bash, the driver's side door of the sedan slamming shut from the momentum killing blow. The Nissan would strike the rear of the coupe practically pressed up behind it at the same time, an immediate and concussive domino effect.

As Najwa's feet were splayed apart to help her deadlift the coupe, when the vehicle she was nearly at the apex of lifting suddenly pitched forwards onto her it'd make her top heavy and cast her onto her back, temporarily pinning her beneath the coupe in the empty space behind her if Donny's counter worked. At approximately the same time as the coupe landed she'd hear an extremely loud gunshot from within the sedan before it'd then zip forwards a hot second later, whatever caliber handgun he'd just fired nearly sounding like a little cannon going off, and anyone in a position to see would be able to notice he'd shot through the gap in the passenger window and through the double doors of the restaurant at an angle for some reason. Had her client somehow returned and been spotted through the glass? Donny's vehicle darted forwards with the pedal to the metal towards oncoming traffic, the hitman's eerily serene crocodile eyes observing whatever happened next in the rear view mirror should all this come to pass. Even with his face obscured by the dark windows Najwa might just feel the shadow of his gaze penetrating through the obstacles and through her body as if there was nothing between them in an empty void, possibly standing the hairs on the nape of her neck on end. This man wasn't normal.
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Donny had absolutely no intention of leaving sight of her or trying to escape, that wasn't an option. He couldn't ditch the area until he eliminated this threat. If he went too far she might head back towards the mark to protect him and utilize the help of other members of her agency, something Donny knew would pose a great problem considering he still didn't presume to know the full scope of her abilities. She was a handful on her own, tossing mooks into the mix or even other superhumans would all but guarantee his failure to complete this job on time. He was going to have to head back towards her if he wanted to do this the right way.