We started to regret working with her almost as soon as we left prison, which was just ten minutes later. Almost as soon as the three of us got into the Rubbermobile, the Necromantress, sitting in the back seat, said, “The Necromantress finds this vehicle cramped and uncomfortable.”
Sitting in the passenger’s seat, I looked over my shoulder and saw that the Necromantress did look a tad uncomfortable sitting there. The Rubbermobile’s roof was about the same height as your average car, but the Necromantress was an unusually tall woman. She did, however, have room back there for her legs, though perhaps not as much room as she wanted. She also had a blinking metal collar around her neck that was supposed to allow the prison to track her movements throughout the city. That way, if she tried
