Chapter 8

White's Pharmaceuticals, Sahara Square

Insert Music: Music You Would Expect In A Pharmacy (I dunno, Michael Jackson?)

"Alright, I'll be in the car when I'm done." Judy said before turning down one of the aisles.

I proceeded forward, passing a few aisles, before turning down one and approaching the prescription desk.

"Morning, how can I help you?" The middle-aged badger asked, adjusting his glasses.

"Order for Phillippe Quebecois, should include Loratadine, Azelastine, Tetrahydrozoline, and Beclomethasone." I say, speaking with a French accent and pulling a small list from my pocket.

"Seasons don't like you." The pharmacist says, jumping from his chair and back to a small rack with bags on it.

"No they do not, unfortunately they, as you say, hit me like a truck."

"Alright, here you go." He says, placing a bag on the counter. "Sign here, saying you received the prescription."

I sign, using my left hand as to hide my extremely recognizable handwriting.

"Alright, have a great day." He says, turning to go tend to another customer.

"Merci." I say turning and proceeding to grab a few various items from around the store before proceeding to the checkout.

"That it?" The cashier asks, scanning my items?"

"Yep, I'll be paying withcash."

I feel a buzz in my pocket as I hand the cashier my money. I pull out my phone and unlock it, reading the new text message.

"BOGO CONTACTED ME, LEAVE WHEREVER YOU ARE, THEY ARE COMING FOR YOU!" The frantically writen text from Shawn read.

I remained collected on the outside, while grabbing my things and spying Judy next to the car through the window.

I exit the store with haste, rushing to get away from the pharmacy as quickly as possible.

"What's the rush?" Judy asks, climbing into the passenger seat.

"According to Bogo, they found us." I say, starting the car and putting it in drive in one swift motion.

Insert Song: It's the End of the World as We Know It (And I Feel Fine) - R.E.M.

I pull out of the parking lot and onto the road, making my way towards the highway.

"You see that in your mirror?" Judy asks, extremely scared.

I look in the rear view mirror, seeing three black SUVs rapidly approaching, weaving through traffic.

"Climb into the back seat and pull it down." I say, taking a hard right.

"What?" Judy questions.

"Climb back there and pull the seat down." I reply, swerving left.

She climbs over the center console and into the back seat, before lowering it, revealing a hidden lockbox.

"Key hidden in the stitching of my headrest." I say, dodging a school bus.

I hear her behind me ripping the fabric of the headrest as I sweep through traffic, taking random turns, and trying to shake at least one of the SUVs.

"Alright, I got it."

"Open the lockbox."

"Alright... Why is there a assault rifle in here?"

"Not an assault rifle, that's a FN FAL, considered a battle rifle."

"Why do I need it?" Judy asks, immediately before a bullet rips through the rear window, tearing through the passenger headrest and gooing out the windshield.

"Exhibit A." I reply, taking my Hi-Power out and putting it in the cup holder.

"I don't want to shoot them!"

"Then aim for their tires! Can't get far without them!"

Judy's responce comes in the form of the sound of the semi automatic rifle beginning to fire rapiy.

"I ONLY LEFT ABOUT SEVEN MAGAZINES IN THERE, SO MAKE THE SHOTS COUNT!" I yell over the gunfire and smashing of glass.

I take a sharp turn onto a side street that will lead me to Tundra Town, dodging a garbage truck. As we approach the tunnel, an idea forms in my head. A stupid idea, but an idea none the less.

"Get out of the line of fire and buckle yourself in!" I yell, scanning my surroundings ao I don't take out anything.

As we reach the halfway point in the tunnel, I make a hard U-Turn, pulling the E-Brake, drifting into a maintenance tunnel currently under construction.

I plow through the chainlink gate protecting the site, dodging machinery and avoiding large holes in the asphalt.

All of the workers currently here watch in awe as I plow through the gate on the other side and take a sharp turn onto a dirt road.

"Okay, you can get up, don't fire unless you see the SUVs." I say, not seeing the SUVs in my rear view mirror.

"Where are we?" Judy asks, looking out the window.

"If that tunnel is what I think it is, we're currently outside city limits. My plan is to book it for the nearest town with a runway and get Shawn to come get us." I reply, spying a highway up ahead.

"How will he come get us?"

"He's Ex Air Force, knows how to fly everything short of the space shuttle, could probally fly that too. And if he can't come get us, I'll just drive us to San Francisco, buy a boat and drive us back that way, but I know we can't use any public transport or those tunnels because of cameras."

"Alright, let me just get Google Earth up and I'll get us a route." She says settling into her seat.