Operation 7: Basic manoeuvres!

A scream shot from my lips as I ducked, sinking down into the chair with my chest heaving heavily in panic. "They shot at us!" I squealed, looking up at Skipper as he threw the car across the road.

I peeked back over the seat to stare at the bullet mark left in the glass, the broken lines stretched out like a spider's web. More shots were fired and I blinked hard and winched with each new shot that crunched against the glass.

"Get down!" Skipper called, taking a hand away from the steering wheel to grab my shoulder, turning me to the face the proper way before pushing me down in a slouch once again.

Glass shattered through the car as the back windscreen finally caving in and sprayed over the back seats with a few shards falling into the font. I covered my ears and pinched my eyes shut, as the wind ripped around inside the car.

"Oh my god!" I yelled, opening my eyes and dropping my hands away from my ears slightly. "Skipper!?"

"Just stay down, Kowalski has modified this car, the body is completely bullet proof," his hands pulled down at the right side of the steering wheel, jerking the car sharply in that direction.

I pushed myself up in the seat slightly, peeking at the image in the wing mirror of the view behind only to jump as the mirror shattered and half of the thing was taken out.

"We've got more on our tail," Skipper looked at his remaining mirrors and ducked as a bullet panged through the inside of the car.

"What?" I squeaked, keeping low and having to look up at him with my wide eyes.

He simply turned and threw me a smooth smile, his face completely calm as he stayed level headed in the situation.

His driving was insane to put it simply. He threw the car around like it was a toy with no obstacles in it's path… if only that was the case. There where cars left, right and centre, pedestrians literally every where and each set of traffic lights always seemed to be on red. The was the worse part was, he was like a bull charging at the flag as soon as that red light flicked up.

"YOU'RE GOING TO CRASH!" I screamed, digging my nails into the leather seat under me.

I cast a quick look at the car behind; it was still in hot pursuit. How the driver managed to keep up with Skipper was both impressive and scarily insane, especially while he had most his passengers hanging out the window shooting at us.

The car shot through the red lights, the engine roaring louder before a bellowing tuck horn replaced it. I caught the large tanker in the corner of my eye and turned, as it powered towards us.

"SKIPPER!" I screamed, as he gripped the handbrake and pulled up while steering to the left. I sat stunned as the car slipped out the way of the truck, my eyes wide and on the huge vehicle as it went from a front on view in it's collision course to a side view of it passing us neatly by. Unfortunately the other car didn't have the same outcome, even slamming the brakes down proved to do nothing as it took a full hit, crumpling the side and sending it into a barrel roll.

"One down," Skipper chirped, turning down another street and I threw my panicked eyes over to him and he seemed to realise as he glanced my way. "Relax fizz," he grinned.

"How!? You're driving like a maniac and there's I don't know how many cars following us and shooting!" I wailed.

"Three," He simply stated looking to the road ahead.

"What?" I blinked; he really lost me some times.

"There's three cars left following!" He clarified.

"And how can I relax knowing that?" I shouted only to scream as a heavy force lurched into the side of the armoured car so badly it caused the passenger window to shatter over me and send the car spinning it off course as Skipper tried to regain control.

I once again looked up from where I was clutching my head; my eyes turning to the van that had rammed the side of our car, taking the window clean out, only to freeze at the sight.

"Ummm…Skipper, when you say the car's body is bullet proof…does that count?" I questioned shakily as I reached a blind hand out to grab his arm, clutching tightly at his black jacket.

He said nothing as he looked at the large firearm pointed towards us, the fast rounds it could kick out where most likely capable of taking out far more than just this car. Skipper forced the car into the correct gear and started off again as two other silver cars skidded on the scene, one stopping by the front of the crumpled van while the other gave chase. The tries screeched as he swiftly turned the car down a narrow ally which knocked the remaining the wing mirror from the car.

"Where gunnu die," I whined, shrinking down in the seat still clutching his arm.

It was horrific; I shrunk lower and lower in the seat as the end of the alley grew closer, the probability of a collision quite likely and I couldn't look.

Tires screeched to a stop as the other cars panicked and swerved to avoid a hit while Skipper flew past them all, weaving his black car effortlessly and giving his pursuers a good work out.

It wasn't long before the second car had joined in as well as the van, three against one weren't good odds.

"They're herding us!" I shrieked as the silver clan fought to keep Skipper's car boxed in and heading in the direction they wanted. We had been pushed to the docks.

Skipper slammed the brakes down, both the silver cars shooting past us while the van rammed right into the back, throwing the car forwards with a painful neck lash.

I gripped the back of my neck with a yelp, letting my body sway with the motion of the car as Skipper turned the car with the force from the van, allowing it to spin to a screeching halt almost too close to the large metal doors of a loading bay.

"My goodness fizz, your all shook up!" Skipper commented, a smug look set on his face like he enjoyed this whole escapade. I just sat quivering in my seat and his deep sapphire eyes passed me and take in the activity outside the car. "Get down!" He barked, grabbing my shoulders and pushing me down.

I felt his weight on me as he ducked down over my body, as a rain of bullets battered against the side of the car; any surviving windows had now been taken clean out. It was just a short rain before it stopped, but I stayed perfectly still, clutching onto Skipper for dear life.

"I'm ending this, stay down" Skipper stated darkly.

"What? No!" I whispered as he sat up. "Skipper don't!" I clutched onto his jacket helplessly as he unbuckled his belt, opened the car door with a good kick and stepped out. "Skipper!" I hissed, only to have the door slammed closed.

I panicked on what to do and looked around me in search of something, anything, that would be of help. I frisked my coat pockets to find them empty, everything was in my bag, which I left at the office when I made my moody exit.

Skipper couldn't possibly fight, two cars and a van full of armed men.

A deep yell sounded before a loud bang brought the front of the car down, I shot to sit up straight and pushed myself back against the seat as a strange man slowly slid from the bonnet of the car and vanished from sight as he dropped off.

Both my brows rose as I turned slowly to watch Skipper.

There were a total of eight men, four of which were now on the floor while Skipper stood in a fighting stance. His back was to me but I bet he had that smug look on his face.

One man rushed forward throwing a punch out only to have it knocked away and take a knee to the stomach. I winced at the sight as the unknown man crumpled, clutching at his abdomen and oblivious as Skipper kicked his leg up high and brought his heel down on the back of the hunched over man's head, taking him strait to the ground and clean out cold.

Skipper flowed from one attack to another, using the down force of his kick to swing his leg back up and around, counter balancing with the rest of his body as he dipped down, his fingers tapping the ground while his heel came hight and hit another's jaw.

Effortlessly as his leg came down from the kick and he stood steady and straight with a gun in hand he'd picked up from the floor. He took a quick look to the men he'd sent to the floor before swinging his arm out as one of the two survivors came at him next, the handle of the gun made contact with his temple, throwing him to the side and down.

Skipper unloaded the gun and let the pieces drop away, if they didn't know already, they sure as hell did now- Skipper didn't need a weapon. Setting his feet apart in an unmovable stance, he brought his arms up ready and out stretched an arm to motioned the last man standing forwards with a curl of his fingers.

The man stood shaking, more that likely having wet him self as he burst into a sprint in the opposite direction of Skipper.

"Obviously he could fight them all," I mumbled in a stun, watching as Skipper straitened out from his stance. My attention was only taken away when the passenger door was yanked open. I turned in confusion and staring up at the strange burly man with wide eyes. "Weren't you the one flung onto the bonnet of the car?" I questioned, looking childish and stupid as I pointed a small finger up at him.

He answered by taking the front of my coat in his left fist and brought the gun in his right hand forwards before letting a bullet take out the seat belt to free me from the seat. The shot caused me to scream as well as grab Skipper's full attention and my screaming only kicked up a notch as I was dragged kicking from the car.

"Get off me!" I squealed, kicking a foot out. My small workable heels scraped at his shin while my nails worked at his hand, gripping my coat but he only gave an unimpressed grunt. Clearly he was the muscle bound of the group. "Umm…Sk-Skipper?" I called, my voice unsure as I kept my eyes on the large man.

I squeaked as the man turned me easily and pressed my back to his large frame. I looked to Skipper but a scream of surprise jumped from my lips as I instinctively pinched my eyes shut. I had just been put in the way of Skipper's attack path a waited with dread to receive the blow but luckily I felt nothing. I opened my eyes to see him drop down from the roof of the car, his tactics having changed quickly seeing as I was now put in the way as a human shield. I was rather glad of his fast reflexes in that moment, other wise he would have vaulted over the top of the car and punch his feet into me rather than the burly man's chest.

I couldn't help but sigh out of relief; I never want to be on the wrong side of fighting Skipper. As I let one breath of relief go it was instantly filled with an intake of dread as the cold barrel of the gun pressed to my temple.

Skipper paused, his well-trained eyes taking in the situation and every detail.

"If I live through this, take it as my resignation!" I whispered, my voice shaking as I was pulled back towards the large closed off loading bay; a smaller door built into the larger ones was kicked open as the burly man stepped in backwards.

"You follow and she dies," He grumbled before kicking the door closed.

Instantly he turned and started shoving me further into the large storage area. I gawked at the surrounding as if a way out would magically appear and stumbled every few steps as the large man pushed me.

"Can I go now?" I whispered.

"Shut up!" He barked back making me jump.

I found my footing better and managed to keep up with the walk he was shoving me into, until I was pulled back when he suddenly stopped walking and I didn't. A strangled gasp jumped from me as the collar of my coat went strait into my neck. I backed up a step and glanced at my captor. His eyes where roaming the area we had just come from, the gun out stretched.

My heart drummed in my ears as I took instinct and adrenalin together. I brought my leg back and swung it hard forwards, cracking his marbles together in one clean sweep and instantly the grip on me was lost as he felt the dire need to hold something more dear to him.

I took off at a flailing run in any direction, ducking between the large crates and boxes that were stacked nearly as high as the large wear house, turning it onto a maze.

"You… little whore," the man grunted as he slowly got over the pain of the assault.

I weaved through the built up area of crates and looked around each corner as well as checking behind me so wildly my hair started falling out of it's clip in careless strands. I faced the path ahead, flicking my hair out of my face as I went, when a sudden flash of black and white dropped down in front of me. I opened my mouth but a hand muffled my surprised scream as I was pushed back into a hiding crevice.

I blinked wide eyed before visibly relaxing as Skipper slowly took his hand away from my mouth, placed a finger to his lips and pointed up.

I turned and looked up at the wall of boxes and frowned. "No! I know you don't want me to climb that!" I hissed, only to have him spin me around and push me forwards. "Skipper!"

"Go!" He pointed

"But?" I whined.

"Now! That's an order!" He barked.

With a groan I turned and pulled myself up onto the first crate, finding it difficult to stand on the small ledge to reach the next part. "I can't Skipper!" I hissed, having only managed to kneel on the first ledge, my hands still not reaching the top of the next crate and leaving me stuck. That's when a hand grabbed mine and pulled me further up, helping me onto the second crate. "How'd you?" I mumbled looking around before staring up at him wide eyed, sat on my hands and knees with him crouched in front of me.

"My goodness doll, you act like I have no skill," He grinned, before nodding to the rest of the crates and boxes. "It's easy moving from here!" And like he said, it didn't look too bad. I saw it look far more easier to climb. The crates and boxes had more space to climb onto and weren't nearly as tall. This was actually doable. "Head for the top window," He pointed and I followed his arm.

Never mind…

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