Page 46 of The Cauldronball Run
"The what now?"J.J.grabbed the radio.
Through the mirror, he could indeed see a Mister Softie truck somehow keeping pace with the pursuit vehicles.
"The pixies are having technical difficulties," Torch announced.
J.J.looked ahead to see the Tesla flickering.The rear of the car was completely visible while the front had vanished, making it look like half a car was floating down the highway.
"We went through a car wash," one of the pixies explained through static.“It short circuited a few things.”
“I think I’ve got this,” the other pixie said.
Reality warped and a howling mass of air pulsed over the road. J.J.barely managed to keep the ambulance on the road. The dragons went flying off their bikes, but they flapped their wings to get airborne. The helicopters whizzed off into the distance, their pilots frantically maneuvering for control.
The pixies’ Tesla was still there, but Grizz and his twelve vehicles had disappeared.
“Are they really gone or just invisible?”Farrah asked.
“Don’t know.Don’t care,” J.J.said and continued to drive.
Oklahoma Border
J.J.
J.J.was checking his mirrors when a centaur suddenly appeared alongside their ambulance, galloping at seventy miles per hour like it was a casual morning jog.A beat-up pickup truck followed close behind.
"What the hell?"J.J.muttered, staring at the impossible sight.
"Where did they come from?"Farrah asked, equally stunned.
The CB crackled to life."This is Wildcard Team," came a gruff werewolf voice from the pickup."While the rest of you clowns have been screwing around getting arrested and stuck under bridges, we've been taking this race seriously."
"You've been racing this whole time?"Torch's voice came through, sounding offended.
"Since New York, dragon boy.Some of us actually want to win."
The centaur never broke stride, his hooves pounding the asphalt in perfect rhythm.Through the pickup's passenger window, J.J.could see the werewolf driver focused grimly on the road ahead, clearly the practical half of their partnership.
"This is Secret Agent," Bondo's cultured voice cut through the chatter."I'm currently utilizing enhanced surveillance techniques to monitor law enforcement positions ahead."
"You mean you're using vampire super-hearing?"Farrah asked into the radio.
"I can neither confirm nor deny the supernatural capabilities at my disposal," Bondo replied."However, I can report that there's a significant police presence near the state line.I recommend evasive maneuvers."
Through the windshield, they could see Bondo's Aston Martin moving fast through traffic, the vampire's enhanced reflexes allowing him to navigate gaps that would be impossible for normal drivers.
"All teams be advised," Father Darkness's voice crackled through with obvious strain."We've been pulled over for excessive speed.Attempting to negotiate with local authorities using our theological credentials."
“How’s that working out for you?”J.J.asked.
“Apparently there isn’t an Archbishop called Beelzebub,” Father Mayhem replied.
The delay was creating chaos on the highway.Behind them, J.J.could see the pixies' Tesla flickering in and out of visibility as they grew impatient with the slowdown.
Meanwhile, Troll one’s voice boomed over the radio."The bridge ahead is too small for RV.Will make bridge bigger."
"Don't make the bridge bigger!"multiple voices shouted simultaneously.
"Should we make RV smaller?"
