Flash Fiction Friday: Bad Partners

Today's story takes us to a bit of the "superverse" away from Stanley's family.

“I don’t go looking for trouble, but I do enjoy befriending it.”
 
Emma rolled her eyes and groaned. Why Cameron had to start acting like some Bondesque action hero every time a job went sideways, she’d never understand.
 
She pulled him into the shadows. A searchlight he wasn’t paying attention to swung across the place he was standing. He stumbled, slamming her against the wall surrounding the old estate.
 
Cameron smirked down at her. He raised an eyebrow in an expression he considered his most attractive and gave her a flirty, “Hello.”
 
Or she thought he did. It was hard to hear over the sirens they’d tripped thanks to bad intel.
 
“Grow up,” Emma hissed as she jabbed him in the ribs with a finger. “Or next time, I’ll let ‘em shoot you.”
 
Cameron jumped back, rubbing at the spot like she’d stabbed him, and frowned. He grumbled something under his breath, but he stopped acting like a fool. So she wasn’t going to complain.
 
Emma pushed past Cameron and turned her attention to the searchlights, trying to figure out the pattern of their movements. She was mapping out their last move when Cameron gripped her shoulder and said, “Dogs!” close enough for her to hear.
 
Her legs were moving before the thought of running registered. Of all the tactics these paranoid moneybags employed to keep their gains, ill gotten or otherwise, she hated dogs the worst. Just the thought of what an animal trained to attack could do to the human body gave her nightmares.
 
Emma was recalculating their route to accommodate a run-for-your-life pace before she noticed Cameron managed to grab her wrist as she took off. His gait was a lot longer than hers, but years of working together had him trained to hold back and follow her lead where timing was involved. Annoying as he was, Cameron knew where his strengths did and didn’t lie. When it came to concocting plans on the fly and spatial reasoning, he left it to her.
 
She heard the dogs behind them, and her subconscious added them to her calculations. Emma skidded on the dew-covered grass and changed direction as she realized there was no way to reach their original objective before the dogs caught them.
 
“Throw me,” she explained as they ran toward the closest wall. Emma indicated where on the wall he should aim. “You’ll have thirty seconds to follow.”
 
“Gotcha,” Cameron agreed.
 
As they entered range, Emma leapt and pulled her legs in. Cameron grabbed the bottom of her boots and gave her a massive shove toward the spot she’d indicated with his enhanced strength. She stretched toward the wall, managing to grab the ledge. Gravity and inertia slammed her into the bricks, knocking the air from her lungs.
 
She pulled her throbbing body up and over as the crunch of Cameron’s climbing caught up with her. He tossed her over his shoulder and jumped off the other side as the lights slid by.

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Each story in this series is 500 words or less and is prompted by a first line taken either from a random first line generator like this one or reader suggestions like "Don't Forget Me." I much prefer working from reader suggestions over generators, but to do that, I need to hear from you.

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