Hi, thanks so much for all your really good n helpful reviews so far - I am trying to work on points covered! This chapters a little short, sorry - I am trying to post more regularly so chapters will inevitably be a little shorter! Again thanks for reviews, and kind comments - they are very helpful and keep me going! :-)
Kris lurched after Sabrina but Kelly caught her arm. "Hey Kris, stop… you're not going anywhere!" She gently pulled a determined Kris backwards.
"No Kel, you don' understand, Bri's been drugged, I know it!" She tried to break out of Kelly's grasp. "We've got to get after her right now, she's in big trouble!"
Kelly shook her head, "No Kris, leave it to me - you stay with Bosley, you're not fit to go anywhere - I mean it!" She took Kris firmly by the shoulders and again gently forced her back. "I mean it Kris," Kelly said in a low but very clear and forceful voice, "Leave this to me - stay with Bosley and go to the hospital!"
With that, she turned and ran after Sabrina, who had reached the group of police officers. Kelly ran fast, but Sabrina was faster. Kelly could hear Kris calling out behind her, but knew she had remained behind, judging by the distance of her voice. She glanced briefly over her shoulder to confirm this. As she ran on, Kelly tried to understand what Kris had meant about a drug. They must have missed something back on the plane. Sloppy. If Bri was drugged… then things were going to get worse. She wished she knew just how much worse... Kris was clearly upset for a reason… She saw Sabrina move around the periphery of the group and towards two police cars. Dammit, she was not going to steal a police car surely? Kelly needed to raise the alarm. She began to shout as she ran. But Sabrina was very quick - by the time the officers saw Kelly running up to them, it was too late for them to realise what Kelly was shouting at and just what Sabrina was up to. Sabrina had jumped in the nearest car and was gunning the engine, as a few officers made for the car, shouting also. Kelly ran towards the other vacant car, just as another officer ran up to it.
"Hey wait!" Kelly ran up to the passenger side. "Please - I need to come with you - that's my friend that's stealing your car!"
The Mexican officer looked doubtful, then waived her onboard. "Come on then lady, your friend has got explaining to do!" He said gruffly as they both jumped in together.
Sabrina was not hanging around. She reversed right away from the pursuing officers, then swung away in the direction of the buildings. She floored the accelerator, grateful to have a fast car, but not having a clue how to get out of the place. It was almost dark now, and the cars headlights were not picking out anything useful. She had to avoid the terminal area - didn't fancy getting squashed by a Boeing. She cursed herself, but picked up speed. There must be a way off this airfield somewhere, she thought. What about airport vehicles? They had to come from somewhere. She reasoned. She realised she was approaching some hangers - no good. She slowed a little, hearing sirens blaring somewhere behind her. The other car. She was feeling trapped and she had to get out. She sped past the hangers and the car jolted as it left the tarmac and ploughed over the grass. This wasn't a good plan, she thought, dazedly.
"Just what is your friend thinking about?" The officer glanced at Kelly as he handled the car. "He is going to be in very big trouble!" He swerved to follow the car in front.
As she watched the tail lights up ahead, Kelly grimaced. "She - my friend, Sabrina - she's sick. Jessica - the woman you just arrested - we think she drugged my friend." Kelly turned to the officer. "I'm really sorry about this sir - but please, I don't want my friend hurt," She turned to look out front then back at the officer. "You understand?" The officers face appeared to remain impassionate. "Please?" The car bumped along as they sped over grass. Kelly was well aware of the tougher way the Mexican police operated in general and she knew that, in comparison to Mexico, the U.S. uniformed police were tame.
"If your friend wants to live, Miss, she would do good to stop the car and give herself up!" The officer sighed. He cursed as the car bumped over rougher ground and he could tell that this crazy woman was heading for the end of the airfield, which was enclosed with a heavy chain-link, security wired fence. Kelly sighed also and fell silent. She felt more and more anxious at every passing moment. Where did Sabrina think she was going anyway? Why? What the hell did she mean when she said she didn't trust them? This had really stung Kelly, and no doubt, Kris. But then it must have been the drug affecting her that way… whatever it was. As soon as Kris had mentioned a drug, Kelly realised that Jessica must have managed to inject Sabrina during their struggle, after Bri shot her. Why the hell did they not do a thorough check of everything as they normally did? They were just so relieved about Kris, that's why. Very sloppy, Kelly. Very sloppy. And this sloppiness had now put Sabrina's life in danger.
Kelly was then jolted out of her thoughts by the situation at hand. Sabrina had just broken through the perimeter fence, showering sparks of charged electricity around in the darkness.
"Ok, so your friend is not a quitter!" The officer snarled as he drove the car at the gap where Sabrina had disappeared. Kelly could hear horns blaring and the squeal of tyres. Bri had just drove straight out onto a road.
Kelly could only hold on tight as their car also swung out dangerously into the highway traffic and followed Sabrina.
"Bosley, we're not going to the hospital!" Kris stood, hands on her hips, looking Bosley in the eye. Bosley had returned with the car and discovered something else had yet again gone wrong…even in such a short absence. He had thanked the chauffeur for his services but dismissed him at the airport as he had felt all the girls would need to completely relax and didn't need the extra person on board, trying to make small talk or just making them feel uncomfortable. Now he wished he hadn't, because he could have arranged for Kris to get to hospital while he himself either chased after Kelly or, failing that, more sensibly, waited with the police for any news.
"Kris, you know Kelly would Kill me if I didn't look after you and see you get proper medical attention. Now I'm not…"
"That's right Bos, you're NOT going to do that right now because Sabrina needs us!" She stared at Bosley.
"And besides," She said, as she got into the passenger seat of the car "if you don't get after that police car right now, I will eat you for breakfast tomorrow... you know i will..." She smiled half-heartedly as Bosley got into the drivers side and looked over at her, clearly not amused. He started the engine and squinted into the dark. He and Kris had both been following the second police cars flashing lights into the distance with their eyes, as they had stood arguing. And more police were on their way, by the sounds of things.
"Bosley, STEP on it!" Kris commanded, anxiously, trying to galvanise Bosley into action. She actually couldn't believe how much her head had cleared in the relatively short time since Kelly and Bri had boarded the plane. Kris knew Bosley knew that she did indeed need medical attention, but it was going to have to wait. Bosley sighed then drove off and picked up speed to try and catch up with the lights at the end of the airfield. He felt instinctively in the wrong for taking Kris with him, yet Kris did seem to have perked up a little, although her face was still a ghostly white in the interior light of the car a minute ago. He just hoped Kris knew what she was doing. He knew Kelly knew what she was doing, but had no idea what the heck Sabrina was doing. It wasn't supposed to be going like this, he grimaced to himself, as he sped on down the side of the runway.
Sabrina checked her rear mirror yet again. She could hear the siren wailing ever closer, and caught glimpses of the flashing lights regularly, as the car chased her. She had decided to turn off the main highway and try to lose her oppressor on the smaller roads but they were obviously used to the local roads - she was not. Her grip tightened on the steering wheel in her extreme agitation. She wished she hadn't stole the police car now, it was a stupid mistake. Stupid, stupid. She cursed her illogical actions. Why was she behaving like this? She ground her teeth and concentrated on the road, trying to keep tears of frustration from falling.
"Need to think, need to think, need to think…" She repeated to herself, her dark hair falling across her sweating forehead and sticking there. She swiped at the errant strands. What did Kelly and Kris want with her anyway? Why did they insist she go back with them? She didn't have anything, any information to give them. Wait... her panicky mind interrupted a vague trail of sense. Was that it? Did they think she was withholding information? Her feverish mind worked its way through irrational questions, wound its way down illogical pathways to come out at incomprehensible conclusions. Of course, they thought she was a spy, working for Chemsoft! They thought she had been partnering Jessica Rhys-Davies, to make money out of the US Government! She frowned deeply. How badly did they want their information? Would they hurt her? Would they kill her? She didn't want to end up dead like poor Jenny Caine.
She checked the mirror again and realised with shock that the police vehicle was almost right behind her. Again she cursed her actions. She had been too busy thinking and had lost focus, slowing down. Again she floored the accelerator. She wasn't going to let Kelly or Kris catch her. Somehow she knew Kelly was in the car behind her. She felt a kind of sixth sense pricking, snapping almost, at the nape of the rest of her senses. Something else also bothered Sabrina. Kris. Something to do with Kris… the hint of the fleeting thought vanished like a whisper of mist as soon as it had appeared. Kris and Kelly were going to take her out, her unbalanced mind made the final assertion. There was no room for argument here. Sabrina clenched her teeth and sped on, screeching round the next bend, leaving scorched tyre marks that would be plainly visible the next morning.
"What if we try to get Sabrina on your radio?" Kelly asked her driver. He didn't answer for a couple of seconds. He had thought of this but wondered if it would make the situation worse. He voiced his thoughts to the woman in the passenger seat.
"Okay…maybe you're right, Officer…" She looked at him. "Sorry, I can't see your badge…?" she let her sentence hang.
"Policia Jaimes, and I am pleased to meet…?" Kelly noted a slight touch of sarcasm in his voice but she provided the details politely. "My name's Kelly Garrett and I work for a private investigative company in L.A."
Officer Jaimes made a small noise in his throat and Kelly guessed that this was not impressive information in his book. She pressed on.
"Look, my friend - Sabrina - like I said, she's sick - if I could just talk to her…?" She winced as the car rolled her abruptly into the door, as the officer took another tight bend at speed.
"Look, your friend is causing me a problem now - and herself a very big problem in the very near future - if you can talk her down then do it!" Officer Jaimes said through gritted teeth. "Go ahead… hit number two on the front set and press the button on the side."
Kelly snatched up the receiver and did as advised.
"Sabrina, this is Kelly…Bri, please… talk to me, over!" Kelly waited. Nothing. She tried again.
"Please Bri, we just want to help you, okay? Listen, you're not well… Jessica hit you with a needle after you shot her… do you understand?" Kelly winced again as their car twisted and snaked around the bends in the road, pitching her around in her seat.
"You best put on your seatbelt Miss Garrett!" Jaimes warned, belatedly. "These roads are not good for car chases, you know?"
Kelly grimaced then tried once more to reach Sabrina.
"Listen to me Sabrina, listen to my voice - it's Kelly - I'm your friend - Kris is your friend - we just want to help you Bri…oh please! Talk to me!" Kelly then chided herself for getting over emotional. She checked herself, waited a few moments then when no response came, replaced the receiver and put on her seatbelt. She felt suddenly helpless, even with a police officer beside her.
Jaimes glanced quickly in her direction before concentrating on the road in front. "I hope also that this ends well for you and your friend, Miss Garrett."
Kelly looked back at him, thankful. Then Jaimes braked hard and the car screeched to a jarring halt. Kelly fell hard against the seatbelt and gasped, and was eternally grateful for Jaimes' timely warning.
"Maldito!" Jaimes cursed. Kelly looked up to see a set of headlights glaring back at them, unmoving, some several metres away.
"Now what is your friend doing?" Jaimes asked, almost to himself. "She is crazy, I know, but she is on the wrong side of the road!"
Kelly unbuckled her seatbelt and hurriedly got out of the car. Jaimes waited, unsure of the situation, feeling down for his gun at his side and readied himself for more trouble. Kelly began to walk unhurriedly towards Sabrina's car. There was no detectable movement. Kelly was almost blinded by Sabrina's headlights. She put her arm up to shield her eyes, and, as she did so, Sabrina's car slowly reversed in a small arc then moved forward to face the side of the road where she had just been parallel to.
The next thing Kelly knew, Jaimes had jumped from his vehicle and was running towards her, shouting agitatedly in Spanish. But she didn't understand. All she knew was that Sabrina was sick, in trouble and she needed to help her - right now. Kelly sprinted towards the police car that Sabrina had commandeered, but as she neared the vehicle, it began to roll in the direction it was pointed. Kelly saw as she ran, and suddenly and sickeningly understood. Jaimes shot at the front tires but it was no use - the momentum carried the car over the edge of the ravine.
