"I'm not. I'm not." The drunk shook his head and tried to stagger back.
Josef waved his hand, and the drunk couldn't move. Josef floated to him, taking his time, making little swimming motions with his hands.
Oh for heaven's sake. Must you? Skyler demanded.
Paul bent over laughing. When one of the men on the ground moved, he delivered another kick, but even that didn't deter his amusement over Josef's antics.
Yes, my little dove. I must. What's the fun in being Carpathian if you can never actually scare the crap out of someone?
Josef, you have a mean streak in you.
Josef reached the drunk. He held out his hand for the gun. The drunk extended his arm and to his shock, the gun dropped into Josef's palm.
"Thank you," Josef said with a little formal bow. He removed the bullets and then crushed the gun in his fist.
Paul slipped into the driver's seat. "Come on, Skyler, let's get out of here."
She took the little jump seat in the back. Josef was tall and would need the legroom to stretch out. Paul started the truck and drove around the five men, leaned his head out the window, and called to Josef.
"Come on, man, let's go."
Josef waved him away and turned back to gather up the weapons. One by one he destroyed them. Next he waved his hands toward the men and their clothing disappeared, leaving them naked on the ground.
"It's a little hard to rob and kill when you're bare-butt naked, now isn't it? I'll be watching you. You don't want me coming back." Laughing, he took to the air, streaking after the truck.
He was still laughing when he materialized in the front passenger seat.
Skyler smacked the back of his head. "You took their clothes, didn't you?" she said for Paul's benefit. Paul was becoming more adept at telepathic communication, but he couldn't merge his mind and read thoughts as she could do with Josef, although he was learning very fast.