Get rid of it!

"Out! Get it out of the shop!" Dominick pushed Tamur out the back entrance, shoving the door shut behind him.

"Well what am I supposed to do with it???" Tamur watched it dance between his fingers, almost fascinated by the glow.

"Throw it over there!"

"On the tires?" Tamur blinked, looking up.

"Just get rid of it!" Dominick didn't care at this point. "We only have a few minutes before they'll be after us." Practically leaping on the back of his motorcycle, he pulled Tamur along and sped off down the alley, fireball flying in their wake.