Wyatt hopped in the car and gunned it. By the time they exited the track the hi-way patrol were following them in a genuine car chase. It handled a little heavy but it was a familiar weight. He couldn't help grinning as the rush he remembered from bootlegging came back. The plume of dust kicked up behind the car, the wail of sirens, the smell of engine oil.
"Wyatt, I don't know if you know this, but the bomb is pressure-sensitive and we are going really fast."
"I get it Rufus."
"Good, because if you so much as hit a bug, we're done."
"Well, in order to get away from them, Rufus, I might need to hit a couple of bugs."
A glance in the mirror told Wyatt the cops were gaining on them. Alright so maybe they were a little more used to driving big heavy behemoths than he was but he had Tokyo Drift on his side. He was sure they weren't going to get caught. That's when the shooting started.
"Guys, they're gonna hit us!" Lucy looked out the back window, alarmed at how close they were but she wasn't afraid until one stuck his arm out the window, pistol in hand.
She ducked to the seat just in time as the glass shattered above her. She squeaked, Rufus swore and Wyatt grit his teeth.
"Lucy stay down! Rufus you too."
Bent over the steering wheel, Wyatt found the line of calm that he'd cultivated in Delta Force. More shots rang out, loud and concussive, now that the back window was blown out. He let the sounds blend into the roar of the engine and the rumble of the tires, his focus entirely on the end goal of Scott's garage.
They swept down the road, churning the South Carolina dirt into a fine powder. Thanks to a hairpin turn they pulled ahead of the cops and made up precious seconds on the bridge. They raced towards the garage entrance where Wyatt put his skills to use swinging the car around, tires protesting as he kicked the car into reverse backing into the garage. Scott slammed the door down and watched the cops drive on by.
Wyatt heaved a huge sigh of relief and brushed a hand through his hair. He turned to Rufus who was unharmed but seemingly disturbed by his driving style.
"Hey Luce you can get…" He turned to the back seat and saw Lucy lying down, not moving, eyes closed. "Lucy!"
Wyatt reached down to grab her shoulder when he noticed the blood on the seat, a dark stain on her sweater.