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enough to these things to ask for three wishes.
     
    Brielle clicks the doors open and the doctor opens the back door for me.  I scramble in as fast as my drugged up body will let me.  I fall to my side once I’m in the jeep and I can’t help crying out in pain as my road rash collides with the leather seat.  There’s hesitation on the doctor’s face before he slams the door closed and climbs into the front passenger seat.  Right now, big ass genies must outweigh my pain.  I can’t say that I blame him.  I suppose I agree with him.  Getting away from those things trumps my pain any day.  Brielle is behind the wheel and has the jeep in motion before she even closes her own door.  The tires squeal as she whips the wheel to the right and floors it. 
     
    She’s already got the speedometer to fifty, but since she is no longer blowing her whistle, the genies are now sprinting after us and catching up.   There’s a tight corner coming up and Brielle will have to slow down to turn.  I’m worried that may be the edge they need to be on top of us.  Until Brielle whips around the corner on two wheels and almost hits a person crossing our path to get to his car.  I’m pretty sure the guy just peed his pants. 
     
    Oddly, as soon as the genies see him, they change.  I mean that literally.  They really change.  They become human.  It’s not like my accident when I saw it in slow motion, this is instantaneous. 
     
    “What the hell?” the doctor says looking in the door mirror.
     
    “It’s against djinn law to expose themselves to humans.  They’d be impaled and set on fire for eternity if any of the other djinn found out,” Brielle says.  The exit to the parking garage is just up ahead now. 
     
    “The mental imagery you inspire is far from fascinating.  The djinn?  What the hell are you talking about?”
     
    “I’m a little busy driving here.  Can we talk about this later?” Brielle says as she floors it again. 
     
    There’s a scary looking dude with black greasy hair and a beard blocking our path at the exit, and Brielle seems to have every intention of running him over as she accelerates more.  His black leather coat and black riding boots make him look like a stereotypical biker but the menace on his face makes him look anything but human.  There’s an aura around this guy that gives me the heebie geebies.  I feel like he would do things that even the vilest human being would never do.  He probably already has on multiple occasions.  I’m kind of hoping Brielle does hit him because I don’t want him coming after us.  Kill or be killed I guess.
     
    “I didn’t sign up for murder,” the doctor says as if reading my mind.  He’s holding the panic bar above the door and bracing himself for impact.  I don’t know what he’s so worried about.  The guy in front of us has to top out at over three hundred and fifty pounds so the impact would definitely be popping the airbags; the doc would be just fine.  Well, until the biker guy’s friends showed up anyway.  I can’t see the genies behind us anymore in either their human or demonic form, but I don’t believe they have given up the chase.
     
    To prove me right, a silver car squeals around a corner and advances on us from behind.  Brielle has no choice now but to keep going forward.  I make sure my seat belt is secure and close my eyes.
     
    The sound of horns and the jeep suddenly turning to the right forces me to open my eyes.  Biker dude apparently moved out of the way since I didn’t feel a collision.  I crane my head around even though it pulls on my wounds to see if we’re being followed by the silver car.  Of course we are.  I feel like I’m in a bad chase movie.
     
    The street Brielle turned onto is normally a lot busier, but being mid-morning the traffic is light and there are not many pedestrians on the sidewalk.  She’s able to swerve in between cars and run red lights without lessening her speed,