Chapter sixteen- Pocket Knife

I curse in at least 11 different languages, 7 of which I probably made up on the spot.

We weren't fast enough.

How in the world did someone so big and meaty with a penguin walk make it to the front door faster than us?

Is it even scientifically possible?

"Actually yes" Niki says as she pulls a kitchen knife out of a leg strap.

Before I have any time to process anything, she stabs Maxwell in the thigh causing him to fall to the ground screaming like a little girl in pain.

If it were not for the seriousness of the situation I would have burst out laughing.

Instead I dart towards the passenger seat and wait for Niki to make her way to the driver's, Kean already in the back.

"Drive. He is getting up!" Kean screams looking through the back windshield.

Niki puts her foot on the break, but instead of the car moving foward it reverses and knocks something.

"What was that?!" Niki screams in concern.

"It was Maxwell. Don't worry about him just drive."