One of my longest chapters yetttt! Hope you all enjoy, and please, please forgive me for my longer than usual update. :/
"Where the hell are the keys!?" Halstead yelled, turning around to face Mitchell.
"My pocket!" Mitchell leaned so Jay could search his pockets.
After a moment of searching, Mitchell realized he had the wrong pocket, and switched the positions of his hips.
As awkward as it was, Jay searched until he found the keys. He jammed them into the ignition, started the cab up, and stomped onto the gas pedal.
Fortunately they hadn't started shooting.
"Do you have a phone?" Halstead asked, looking in the rearview mirror.
Mitchell laughed, "Seriously? You were just searching my pockets."
"Fantastic." Halstead muttered.
After a few minutes of driving, Halstead realized they were trying a different type of P.I.T. maneuver by boxing Halstead in and forcefully stopping him.
Halstead wouldn't let that happen. Throwing an arm around Lindsay, he slammed on the brakes, and the two cars almost went into each other. In slamming the brakes, he spun the wheel to do a one-hundred-eighty-degree turn and pushed down the gas again. They were now, still, heading toward Wisconsin.
With a little bit of a break, Halstead again asked, "Do you know of any place close to turn around and maybe go through a quiet neighborhood or anything…something?"
"Absolutely not." Mitchell muttered.
"Why did we bring him again?" Halstead asked Erin.
She smiled and shrugged.
"Oh, cute." Mitchell mumbled.
"You know," Halstead said to Erin again, "I do like this whole driving thing…"
Erin just smirked.
"How the hell can you joke at a time like this?! We're being pursued by a notorious gang, and you're joking?!"
"Oh, no, actually, he was serious about that…" Erin added.
"Okay, okay, maybe I am just a smidge panicky because I'm handcuffed in the back seat of my cab with two very much wanted police officers in the front seat! Come on, please, toss me your keys so I can at least get out of these things!"
"Oh, yes, I'm going to toss you my keys to the handcuffs so you can bring them around and strangle me with them. I was born on a Wednesday, but it wasn't last week." Halstead retorted.
The guy glared at him.
But, Halstead was feeling okay. He had somewhat of a plan now. He would find the closest exit, get off, go down some back roads until he was sure that one he had lost his tail, and two he had made a u-turn and then he would take this fight home. Where he knew this gang would lose.
He would be lying to say that he hadn't gotten at least a little bit of his confidence back.
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"Whatchya got, Ruzek?!"
"Oh, thank god you're here. I still don't know how many shooters, but we're running out of ammo. You got any?"
Voight glared at him.
"Right, dumb question." Ruzek muttered, and suddenly, almost everyone crowded to Voight's car.
"Dawson, you're with me. Let's go around back. The rest of you, cover us." Voight immediately took charge.
Ducking and cocking their weapons, Voight and Dawson made their way around the side of the house as the return gunfire also halted one more time.
Roderick had pulled up behind the house that they were all shooting at – mask on.
He had just gotten out of the car when he saw Voight and another guy making their way around the back of the house.
In what felt like slow motion, he lifted his mask when he knew Voight saw him, and looked into the windows of the house.
They must have been too focused on the fire coming at them to notice the back of the house.
Idiots.
Quickly, he motioned them over and provided their 'backup' while they moved. It wasn't like they needed their backs watched, though.
They all got around the other side of the car opposite of the house.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Voight asked him immediately.
"I came to give you all a message. I was only praying that you wouldn't shoot me first…"
Voight motioned at him to get on with it.
"Erin and Jay are in trouble. Like, major trouble. There's only maybe four or five guys in there…"
"It's a trap." Voight said.
"Precisely. After the rest of the gang gets done with those two, they're coming up behind them."
Voight and Dawson exchanged a look.
"Rest as in…how many?"
"At least ten."
After muttering a barely audible, "Thanks." Voight flew out from behind the car and sprinted toward his squad car, Dawson close on his heels.
"Where the hell are you two going!?" No sooner had Ruzek finished the sentence were Voight and Dawson pulling away. He and Burgess exchanged a look, and he nodded.
Burgess and Atwater got into their car and took off behind them.
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"Hey, morons!" Roderick shouted and almost all of the five who were in there turned, guns pointed at him.
It seemed as though they all let out a breath of relief at the same time when they realized it was him behind the mask.
"You know," Roderick continued, "you should have someone watchin' your backs, right? Boss would not approve if he knew you were doing things this way…"
The new lead was in there as well.
"Shut the hell up Andrews. This is my gig, and I'm running it my way, until our help gets here."
"Even still jackass, they could come up from behind you."
The guy smiled, a crooked, busted teeth smile. "Not with the weaponry we got in here." And moved his shoulder to reveal almost a whole weapons room.
"What'd you do, rob the weapons room back at the warehouse?"
The guy nodded.
And Roderick's mouth dropped, "What the hell are you thinking?! Does Boss know you have this much?!"
Suddenly, the guy stuck a gun to Roderick's stomach. "And he ain't gonna find out, either. Now, get over there and start shootin'."
"Alright, alright, ain't no reason to do that…" Roderick stated as he walked over to the windows and upturned couch.
After grabbing his gun, and aiming, he had no choice but to start shooting also.
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Voight was driving like a madman, and by all accounts, Antonio knew he was at this moment.
All they knew at this point, was Jay and Erin's estimated location, and that there was a gang with a lot of members headed directly toward them.
Antonio would probably be driving like a madman also.
Voight had already radioed to Atwater and Burgess behind them to turn sirens off when they got close.
For right now, though, they needed them for the traffic to get the hell out of Chicago.
Antonio had no idea how long the drive would be, but with the way Voight was driving, it wouldn't be long.
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"Great, so we can't get a hold of anybody, we're in a cab, being chased by a notorious gang that wants us dead. Any more bad news you can add, there, Mitchell?" Jay looked over his shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm still handcuffed."
Jay smirked, "And you're going to stay that way. Complaints have never bothered me."
Mitchell rolled his eyes. "Look, all I was tryin' to do was save my family. That's it! I'm innocent in this!"
"Innocent?" Erin and Jay both seethed at once.
"Hardly." Erin said.
"Alright, you want to get home to your family, help us get out of here." Jay said.
"I don't know where the hell I am! They gave me a map…"
Jay turned around and glared at him. "And that would be, where, exactly? And you haven't told us until now because…"
Mitchell shook his head, "You want the map - you let me out of these handcuffs."
Jay and Erin exchanged a look and shrugged. Erin then opened the glove box, but it wasn't in there.
Jay, in turn, opened the hump, but it wasn't in there either. They then, each, pulled down the mirrors, and sure enough, Erin found it underneath of hers.
"Got it." She said, as she started opening it up.
"Now the question is, where the hell are we on here."
"I know we're on highway 47, but I'm not sure which direction we're going anymore…"
"We're headed toward Wisconsin again."
"Wisconsin? What?" Erin asked.
"Yeah, that map you had? Someone sabotaged it and the cashier pointed you right to it. You've been walking in the wrong direction this whole time."
Erin sighed, running her tongue over her teeth – a very clear sign to Halstead that she was pissed. She turned around to Mitchell.
"Did you know that?"
Somehow, with his hands still handcuffed behind his wrist, he managed to shrug.
Erin took that as a yes.
Calmly, she said, "You stupid son of a bitch. If you'd have told me that, I might have gotten in your car."
"Well, Mitchell, looks like you did at least one thing right tonight." Halstead inputted.
"And you wanna know what else? I'm the one who sabotaged the book you had, but I had no idea you'd wind up on this street. Like I said, there were about five or six of us out looking for you."
Just then, Halstead felt a tap at his bumper. The cars had caught back up to him.
"Shit." He muttered.
"Go faster!" Mitchell yelled, body turned to look out the back windshield.
"I can't! We're in a cab." Jay replied.
"Double shit. What the hell do we do now? It's only a matter of time before…"
And the bullets started flying.
Jay hunched in the driver's seat, Mitchell laid flat and Erin's knees hit the passenger floor. Jay swerved, so at least the car wouldn't be a sitting duck, but from what he saw in the rearview, the two cars behind them were spread out, and there were at least two shooters from each. Somehow, Jay managed to dig into his pocket, grabbed the keys to the cuffs, and threw them to Mitchell.
"Are there any weapons in here?"
"The only one I had was left on the street back there."
"That is absolutely perfect." Halstead muttered again. Looking in the rearview mirror one last time, he thought of one last trick up his sleeve.
He smiled, and throwing another arm around Erin, he hit the brakes for the second time. Just as he had thought, he went right in between the two chase cars and spun the wheel again. After gaining a little distance, he stopped the cab sideways, in the middle of the street, and they all got out and took off running.
When they were about 20 feet into the tangles of trees and bushes, Halstead and Lindsay turned around. They could hear car doors slamming, and footsteps on the concrete, but they couldn't really see anything.
Worse yet, they had no idea where Mitchell had gone.
They decided to keep going the direction they were headed, with any luck, they would get even more lost, and there would be no way the gang would find them. Outnumbered and outgunned, that was a very, very good thing.
After grabbing each other's hands, Jay and Erin took off into some more brush.
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