Shepard gave a deep sigh as the news came through on the comms. This was the last thing he wanted to hear, especially since now he was being forced to break the 70 barrier on the crowded Brooklyn Bridge. Sam rested her feet on the dashboard and smirked as she gazed at Shepard "I take it you have a plan?"

Shepard always had a plan. Foresight was one of his many talents, and he certainly wasn't going to screw up this easy mission by getting caught over petty grand theft auto. "How the hell did they even pick up on that?" he mumbled as he artfully weaved between the traffic like a leopard bounding through the jungle. The mental cogs span at full speed as he decided which plan to use.

Huey's ears pricked at the sound of the sirens. "I take it that's for us?" he questioned towards Nina, clearly oblivious to Lucas as he was busy putting the needle in Mr Moore's arm. Nina nodded. "Lucas just got word over the radio, police are tailing us for GTA, of all bloody things." She sighed as she moved towards the section that split the back and front of the van. "What's the plan then Shepard?" she asked, as she looked down at the various cases that hid the floor.

Shepard had finally decided on a plan as he blasted off the Brooklyn Bridge, more police officers had joined the chase, totalling 4 cars now, dangerous driving was making them want to bring this to a swift stop. Though, it wasn't strictly dangerous, he was skilled at driving at this speed, but they wouldn't see it that way he thought to himself before replying.

"Huey, they're probabaly gonna try and pitbull us, if they try, open the back doors and lace 'em. DON'T kill them. Last thing I want is cop blood on our hands." he said commandingly as he held down the pressel on his radio, "Lucas, we're switching to plan Echo-2, make the necessary arrangements."

A feral smile spread across Huey's face. "Oh you spoil me Shepard, here was me thinking I wouldn't get to have any fun till we were airborne." he mused as he flicked open the nearest case revealing a Heckler & Koch G36C, a carbine weapon favoured by European special forces in vehicular operations, mainly for its small build and powerful 5.56mm round.

"Don't go too crazy! You better leave some for me!" Sam moaned from the front seat "Let me do something Shepard, I don't feel useful like this!" She kicked the dashboard with her hard boots. She could sometimes act like a spoiled brat, despite being capable of swiftly incapacitating a fully grown Russian thug with her bare hands.

"Lucas, where's clean?" Shepard glanced back and forth between the road and the mirrors. "We've got four or five on us."

Back on the plane, Lucas was working like a mad-man. Quickly flicking to another window, he pinpointed the team's location and quickly launched through a series of maps. In the run up to this mission, a few cars had mysteriously gone missing from various owners around the country. Though it would take a long time for the authorities to note this, all of the vehicles shared common characteristics with regards to their speed, manoeuvrability and suspension. Dotted around the city in CCTV blind spots with clothes in the boot, new paint jobs and some fake plates fitted on them, they were the perfect contingency plan in case things went tits up.

"Turn into Classon Avenue and then onto Monroe. Two quick lefts." He switched back to the CCTV screen. "You'll be hitting a one way system but from what little I can see, it's quiet."

Nina was perched behind Huey with several magazines for him to reload from should the need arise. Mr Moore began to slump in his seat as she watched the drugs taking effect. You could see it in the way his neck could no longer support his head and it was bobbing up and down as if he was drifting in and out of sleep. It was oddly amusing and hypnotising to watch.

"I wonder how that feels..." she contemplated as she moved some of her hair out of her face. "I imagine it could be quite blissful."

"Probably not." Huey retorted quite quickly as he checked over the gun. "Most of your muscles are forced to relax. Chances are Ralphie's shat himself." It was said so matter of factly that Nina genuinely questioned whether or not Huey had experienced it. Huey hadn't been a member of the team all that long, it wasn't beyond the realms of possibility. Her thoughts were quickly shattered by being flung across the van as Shepard took a sharp left and screeched to a halt. "Hey! Warn us before you do that!" she moaned as she rubbed her arm at the area which had connected with the catering freezer.

Switching gears deftly, Shepard had thrown the vehicle around the first corner, then the second. The van had covered enough ground on the main road to momentarily lose the police who, at this very moment, were speeding on past the avenue.

Shepard banged on the back wall. "Everybody out!" he yelled as he jumped out the van, an elderly woman looked at him baffled by the sudden appearance of masked men and women in her quiet suburban neighbourhood. The two cop cars with semi-competent drivers screeched to a halt a few feet away, the police scrambling messily to get out of their cars and draw their weapons. Huey seemed to emulate the Terminator as he opened the back door, began walking towards them and peppered their cars with bullets.

Shepard reached under the seat and grabbed the Sig Saur P220 he had been stashing for emergencies and began taking shots at the cop car to keep their heads down. Nina and Sam moved quickly; Sam grabbed the several smoke grenades from the glove box and threw them all around the car. The copious amount of smoke would provide ample cover for their escape. Nina on the other hand had the harder task of dragging Mr Moore out of the van. With him not able to control his body, it was like dragging a sack of potatoes. Nina wasn't particularly weak, but Sam would have been more suited to the job.

"NEXT TIME, YOU'RE CARRYING HIM!" she yelled as she continued to struggle, straining as she did.

Echo-2, as a name for a plan, didn't have much relevance. It didn't quite capture the essence of the action it embodied. Lucas had always thought they should call it "Plan: Titanic", for it was a much more suitable name. They were abandoning the "sinking" car and dashing into another with women and "children" first, the children being their target.

"Although that would make Shepard a woman..." he thought as he looked back at the computer screens. The suburbs didn't have much in the way cameras so he couldn't track their progress. Oh well, he'd done his bit, the pre-flight checks had been done, the permission to take off was only a finger tap away and he still had a nice warm coffee in his hands and hadn't lost a single life on his flash game. Things were going swell.

"Shots fired. Shots fired. Requesting immediate backup" were the messages being screaming across the police radio. He peered closely at the screen as the four police cars which had screeched past them earlier made synchronised U-turns and gunned their way back to the blind spot. It looked like the others were up to no good.

Indeed up to no good, the situation was becoming a bit manic. Shepard dashed and slid in next to Huey, taking cover behind one of the abandoned cop cars. "You know the plan right?" he questioned as he reloaded his pistol.

Huey didn't even look over, just kept firing shots every now and then to keep the police away. "Take them for a ride, Shepard. I have it all under control." He said. Shepard could only imagine the facial expression, but he could be sure it being as insane as he was.

"Good. We'll see you on the runway then, plane leaves in 20. With or without you." he said firmly as he put a hand on his shoulder, propped himself up and sprinted to the back-up car.

"Park us around there" he said to Sam as he pointed the Cadillac to a secluded corner, just off of the road they were currently on. They were parked perpendicular to the stand-off and they could only watch as Huey edged slowly back towards the smoke covered van after having disabled the second police car.

What the van didn't have, to Huey's utmost annoyance, was any kind of ordinance mounted on the bumpers. He pondered this and decided that he would bring it up with whosoever previously owned this van; if he were ever to run in to them. Sighing, he doubted that he would ever meet Mr Randolph from Randolph's Catering so he'd try and make up for it now. He was planning on taking a slightly more roundabout route to JFK, perhaps through a residential district or two.

Less than a moment after the catering van squealed away, the blare of multiple sirens shot could be heard descending down the street; their pitch getting higher and higher as five police cars shot through the now dissipating smoke and past the Cadillac hidden on the corner.

The ten or so seconds that it took for all of the cars to pass them felt much longer, time dilating as each member of the team felt their heart pounding in their ears. When the last car was a suitable distance away, the Cadillac roared out into the road and back the way they had come less than five minutes earlier.

Even Shepard had to s**t himself when Sam was driving. She had that delusion that everyone else was better than her, and so felt the need to prove herself. Sometimes it would manifest itself in trying to outdrink someone; sometimes it would be trying to beat multiple opponents in a sparring match. Today, it manifested itself as the high speed invasion of other cars' personal space. While this was rather fun for a minute or two, Shepard got quickly annoyed. On the verge of him complaining, though, Nina spoke up from the back seat.

"Sam, we don't want to be followed. So could you just drive normally, OK?" The blonde girl said as she pulled off her boots and slipped into more comfortable flats with an audible sigh of relief. She packed her boots, along with the rest of her operations gear, into the pink hearted suitcase that had been in the boot of the car. There were three other suitcases, one for each member of the team on the ground. They contained plain clothes which would accredit the wearer with far less suspicion than military gear and a balaclava.

The engine revved up a bit as Sam kicked the accelerator. "I am driving normally."

On cue, a voice came over the radio, backed by the light jazz of a flash game. "Whoever is driving the Cadillac, could they calm down? You're gaining a bit of attention," Lucas warned, with complete nonchalance. Sam kicked the floor again, only narrowly avoiding an accidental emergency stop.

Some minutes later, the car pulled up to a gate just off one of the larger terminals. Sam, the poster child for disgruntlement, sat in the back alongside Nina and the unconscious man. Shepard rolled down the driver's side window and greeted the staff manning the security gate.

"Kid, I think you might be in the wrong place -" A burly Latino man addressed the 15 year old, stopping momentarily to look at the vehicle that had just pulled up. "-and the wrong car."

Shepard smiled as he passed the man some documents and passports from the glove box. The Latino man's face dropped slightly as he scanned through the documentation, conferring with his colleagues inside the pill box-like office attached to the terminal. Some moments later, a far more well-spoken gentleman appeared.

"Mr Zimmerman?" He uttered, the syllables dancing off his lips in the wholly insincere manner of a man who had to do this day in and day out. "Your private charter isn't due to leave for another hour. Is there anything we can get you? Might we interest your party in a complementary brunch inside our VIP lounge?"

"No, that's quite alright." Shepard placed the items onto the passenger seat as the well-spoken gentleman passed them back through the window. "I think that we will be boarding quite quickly. Mr Shortcliffe has taken a turn and I think it's for the best if he and his grand-daughters can get home as quickly as possible."

The mechanised gate began to open as the well-spoken gentleman waved off the TSA officer who made a move to conduct a brief security check on the occupants of the car. They couldn't be seen to be man handling a person who had clearly had some form of stroke. Before Shepard rolled off across the tarmac, he threw his head out of the window once more.

"Actually, could we get a wheelchair?"

Huey was tearing down Rockaway Boulevard, ready to make the hasty right turn onto the airport grounds. Lucas was watching, thinking how Huey might be able to buy them some more time. "Huey, you're heading towards a construction site and I've got no visual on it. We need a bit of extra time this end, you got any ideas?"

As with Shepard earlier, Lucas didn't need to guess exactly how maniacal the grin on Huey's face would be. "Oh, just leave that to me." Huey made the turn expertly, battering down a mesh gate which proudly proclaimed the fact that the contractors currently renovating part of the airport were the safest on the east coast. Two police cars were unable to make this sharp turn and ploughed through another fence, careering into a large ditch.

He belted across grass, gravel and tarmac like he was trying to achieve time travel. A quick glance in the passenger side mirror confirmed he was still dealing with the two remaining cars. He held his hand down on the horn, blaring an alert for all the construction workers to clear his path – a feat all completed with incredible speed when they saw exactly what was heading towards them. With no discernible way out, the police would be able to trap him if he didn't extract himself from the situation sharpish. Barrelling down a level stretch of grass, he could see the perimeter fence for JFK airport. Stacked less than 200 metres away were numerous brickyard items and wooden boards.

"Perfect." He thought as he stepped on the accelerator, closing the gap between the van and the fence by a considerable distance. When he was close enough, he vaulted from his seat into the back of the van. He was out of the back within moments, tucking and rolling before he hit the ground. Huey's body came to a stop just in time for him to witness the three vehicles hit the makeshift ramp at considerable speed. The two police cars span off to either side at wild angles but the catering van had hit the platform dead on. Huey watched as the van soared like a leaf on the wind and a drumroll began playing in his head.

"And…" The van cleared the fence with centimetres to spare as the internal drumroll reached its crescendo. He raised his arms like the referees in American football matches did when a field goal was scored. "IT'S GOOD!"

The explosion had happened just as Sam was transferring Moore from car to plane. Shepard had seen the van momentarily as it arced into view but its descent unto the tarmac and and subsequent skid along its roof before bursting into flames had been blocked by the air traffic control building.

"Oh, for f**k's sake..." He turned to Nina, there being nobody else to turn to. "I tell him to behave himself."

Lucas was busy flipping switches and shoving screens off the instrument panel as Shepard boarded the plane.

"Lucas!" Sam yelled, dumping Moore on a seat. "We don't exactly have time to do the bloody checks!"

Lucas half-smiled without turning around. "They just suspended all flights, right after I got clearence for taxiing. Apparently, some car thief took a van on a joyride onto the runways before crashing the thing. Two runways are out of service. I'd say we've got time."

Nina wasn't impressed. She marched forward into the cockpit. "Alright, give me the radio." Lucas put up little resistance.

"JFK control, this is Uniform Tango Charlie Three Five, we require immediate take off clearence."

The American woman on the end disagreed. "All flights have been suspended until further notice."

Nina picked a laptop up and began tapping away at the kind of speed that should have turned her fingers, and most of her arms, to dust. "Negative, require immediate clearence. Cargo non-durable."

There was a sigh on the end. "What is your cargo?"

She finished typing. "Human organs, bound for UK."

A second, longer sigh. "Roger that, you have clearence to take off, use runway 13-L."

"Thankyou." Nina turned the radio off. "What a b**ch..."

Lucas finally got around to pulling out of the hangar and only stopped when he saw a figure running towards them. He pulled the "emergency" gun from under his chair just in case, but replaced it when he saw it was Huey. Shepard lowered the door, and let the boy on. "What the f**k was that?"

"Well, whilst you and Nina planned the capture, I had to sit in that comfy hotel room all day with very little to do. So I watched some football." Huey wasn't phased in the slightest. "Turns out that I'm pretty good at it."

The plane was moving again, so Huey pulled the stairs back up. It wasn't long before Lucas was at the end of the runway, ready. He could see a plume of smoke from the other side of the hangars and arrivals apron.

"What the hell are you waiting for now?" Sam screamed - she was clearly pissed that she didn't get to do very much. The general rule was that if you didn't get to do much on one mission, you'd get something big on the next one. Sam, though, had a tendency to forget that.

Lucas calmly replied "Well, I'm waiting for someone to seal the door of the aeroplane. We don't want to get to twenty thousand feet and find we can't breathe."

"Yes we do," Huey corrected offhandedly without turning away from surveying his work.

Lucas nodded. "OK," he said, as he often did. As he accelerated down the runway, he informed them "I'll drop masks at fifteen thousand. They'll activate when you pull on them, and they should last twenty minutes each. And if you end up hanging him out the door, don't use him to blow up one of my engines." As ever, he said it with an unreasonably detached tone. Nina had already fled to the cockpit - she wasn't so big on the interrogation part of things.

The front wheel came off the ground, then the rear wheels. By the time the air traffic control people and the police realised what had happened, the plane was over water.