Watcher scanned the street through the tinted glass on his cobalt. His car was a metallic black color with two neon yellow panther eyes on the hood. There was a slight glare out in the middle of the street. He squinted his eyes and noticed flashing red and blue lights. He texted on his cell phone to Deon.
Deon was in his car with a friend. Deon was, to put it bluntly a drug addict. His phone buzzed. He took the blunt out from between his lips and blew smoke out of the side of his mouth. He lowered his weed and picked up his phone. The phone was flipped open and a light blue glow shined on Deon's face. He turned to his friend and read it aloud.
"Read it again. I didn't hear you" His friend said as he got done coughing. When he coughed the excess skin under his chin shook.
Deon lifted the phone again and read. "The 5-0, they're coming" He looked up at his friend and took another hit of the weed as he waited for a reply.
His friend took another hit and as he exhaled he said, "Who cares?" he quickly pinched his joint a bit tighter as he took another hit.
"You're right" Deon confessed, "Who cares?" They both chuckled as they continued to smoke the weed pinched between their thumbs and index fingers.
About a half mile down the road Torque revved his engine. He looked across the road at the other driver. He looked up and down his opponents BMW. It was a dusty white color, with a snake design on the side. He looked over at the other driver as he handed in the pink slip to his BMW out of his car window. Torque winked at him. Rebecca took the pink slip from him for his orange mustang. The driver of the BMW lifted his chain up braggingly and said, "First I'm gonna' take your girl then I'm…" Torque didn't hear the rest, because he was revving his engine.
Rebecca went back to the mustang to talk to Torque. "Don't worry about him, you're the best and you know it." Right after that, sirens started ringing. Torque yelled "Rebecca get in the car!" She swung open the door and hopped in. He put the car in gear and took off. About 100 yards ahead was the BMW. Torque watched him turn right, Torque turned left.
His phone rang, he screamed,"Pick it up!" Rebecca did, it was the BMW driver's voice, "Suckers!" he then hung up. Torque looked ahead to a road block. He slammed on the brakes. He turned the car around and sped up. The cops followed. They were right behind him, and went right towards a median. "What are you doing?" there was more terror in Rebecca's voice than in her facial expression. "What are you doing?!" Torque was silent.
100 feet from the median, 75, 50, 20, he took an S shaped turn to the right. One cop ran right up onto the median and hit a tree. Two other cars hit the first cop.
Rebecca was silent and wide eyed. Her usual glow was gone she was white faced and deep breathing. The cops turned to look at the wreck, when they turned around Torque, Rebecca, and the orange mustang was gone. That was the fifth time in a month that he had run from the cops, and got away.