Lies that Destroy

Disclaimer: I do not own Good Luck Charlie

A/N: From this point on Teddy will go by her given birth name, April. To avoid confusion, it will change to that within both the narrative and dialogue.

Chapter 36 (High Speed Chase)

"All units in pursuit of a brown 2005 Mercury Grand Marquis, Denver, Colarado license plate number 5YSJ3D!" Doug was shouting into the police radio, while Michael studied Bob's movements in front of them. They were closing in on him, but whenever they got close, he seemed to speed up. They knew he had weapons, so it was only a matter of time before he started firing at them. "The suspect is Bob William Duncan. I need all units in pursuit! Send out the entire police force, also send help from neighboring cities. He is armed and dangers, I repeat, he is armed and dangerous! Inform SWAT, this man must not escape! Notify all residents of Denver and neighboring cities to remain indoors! I repeat, remain indoors!"

Sirens filled the streets of Denver, this was going to be a long and grueling chase. Michael's eyes grew wide as he watched Bob take a sudden left turn, practically ramming into an oncoming convertible. "Shit!" The convertible swerved and ran into a streetlight, then a brick building. The driver of the car started to scream as the streetlight fell on top of her. "Fuck, casualty, Doug!"

"I see that…" Doug clenched his teeth and swerved onto the street, zipping by the convertible. Doug gripped the radio and shouted into it once more. "Any units that spot injured or dead, notify the paramedics to get to that location ASAP!" He set the radio back on the holder and growled as he eyed Bob's car furiously.

Several units joined the pursuit, along with many SWAT vans. This was one race they were not going to lose. "If he gets on the freeway…" Perhaps pedestrians would be safe, but at the same time, it would mean he'd be getting out of Denver.

"Then we'll keep following."

"Right." His muscles tensed when he saw Bob reaching out from the car, aiming what appeared to be an UZI at them. "Shit! Doug, be careful of the spray!" Doug cursed and swerved to the side as Bob began firing off the gun. This man was not relenting. "Damn close…" He jumped at the sound of a crash and quickly looked back, two patrol cars had run into each other. One of them had been hit by the bullet.

"Someone got hit?"

"Yeah…"

"Jesus." Doug smacked his hand on the steering wheel and started to speed up. Michael understood his rage, as he felt it too. He narrowed his eyes and reached in the backseat for one of the police issued shotguns. "What are you doing over there, Mike?"

"Returning fire." Doug nodded as Michael stuck the shotgun from his window. He steadied his aim, but at high speeds, it was difficult to aim appropriately. His brow furrowed as he watched Bob swerving from left to right. "Come on you fucker, slow it up. How fast are we going?"

"We're hitting seventy on a fifty mile an hour street." Doug grabbed the radio and spouted out another order. "Two units down. We're on Broker Line, headed west towards Canam Highway. I need units stationed at the highway ramp!" The car Bob was driving in was not set up for collisions, unless he made modifications to it.

"Where do you suppose he got that vehicle from?"

"It is registered to Robert Diddlebock. We tested out his other two cars, they were both modified like a tank."

"So then…"

"If that man made modifications to those, he likely modified that Mercury as well. The other cars had reinforced steel, matching the body of a military grade tank." Michael growled and lined his gun up to the car, firing a shot. To his surprise, the bullets barely dented the body. "Like I thought…"

"I'll issue the warning." He grabbed the radio and shouted into it, the vein in his neck popping up in his rage. "Alert, suspect has opened fire. The vehicle is reinforced and modified. Bullets from the standard issue shotgun barely dent it. Open fire at the windows and tires. Your primary objective…take out the suspect at all costs! I repeat, take out Bob Duncan at all costs!"

Gunfire rang out and Michael quickly ducked as bullets sailed through the windshield. He growled and rose back up, aiming the shotgun out the window once more and firing off several shots. Other units were firing at Bob as well.

They watched him take a sharp right onto the side road and followed after him. The ramp was several feet ahead, but it was blocked off by three patrol units. Bob threw something at the cars, which turned out to be a grenade. "Shit!" The grenade blew the three cars off the ramp and Bob flew through the smoke. Michael grabbed the radio once more as Doug started speeding up. "Suspect has proceeded through the barricade! I repeat, he's proceeded onto I-25 northbound towards 6th Avenue."

"We need a better gun, that shotgun isn't doing shit, Mike."

"I am aware." Michael tossed the shotgun into the back and reached for a higher issue gun. He pulled out a police machinegun and started to aim out the window. He saw Bob throw something back and let out a shout. "Doug! Grenade!" Doug snapped the steering wheel to the right and swerved out of the way. He looked back and felt his chest tighten as one of the patrol units behind them went sailing into the air in a blast of fire and smoke. "Where the hell is he getting his weapons from?"

"Robert Diddlebock was his supplier. A former military man…"

"Great." He rolled his eyes and aimed back out. Sweat dripped down his forehead and his heart continued to race. He had not planned for this when he got home from vacation. He locked his jaw and steadied his aim, growling from deep within. Swiftly, he pulled the trigger and controlled the jerking motion of the gun. The bullets sprayed into the trunk of the car and struck the back windshield, only to reflect off. "What the hell?"

"Bulletproof glass."

"Obviously!" Bob's vehicle began distancing itself from them, so Doug stomped down the gas pedal once more. Michael glanced over and groaned at the speedometer, they were easily hitting 110 MPH. "Let me guess Diddlebock put some speed upgrades into that car too?"

"Must have been a mechanic…"

"Christ." A deafening roar shot into his ears and he quickly glanced up through the windshield. Three helicopters were flying by them. "Finally, reinforcements." Voices came over the radio, officers from neighboring towns were staring to join the chase.

"This is Chief Blue from Commerce City, we have units headed your way on I-70." The interstate they were on merged with I-70, which eventually would merge into I-225. The entire freeway circled Denver.

"Chief Wilkes from Aurora, units are lying in wait while others are heading into Denver now."

"Coming in from Lakewood"

"Englewood reporting in."

"Units driving Nortbound I-25 from Centennial."

Michael clicked his tongue and smirked triumphantly. He saw Bob swerve into the shoulder to avoid oncoming gunfire, but in doing so, he struck three pedestrians standing in the shoulder. "No!" It was a family that had pulled over to get out of the way of the chase. "The son of a bitch…Get closer, Doug!" They passed the pedestrians, the only one not hit was a mother and her five year old child, both had been standing next to their car and back up against the concrete blockage. The ones struck appeared to be a father, an elderly woman, and a college aged man. Michael's heart sank and a tear came to his eyes.

"Trying! There's only so much this car can take!"

"I know…" He grabbed the radio and spoke slowly into it. "All units. Units from Commerce City, Aurora, Lakewood, Englewood, and Centennial…shoot to kill. I repeat, shoot to kill."

"Roger that!" They responded.

He clenched his teeth and rubbed his forehead. "Maybe we could use help from the US Army." Though he didn't think they'd officially help.

As they drove, Bob took the predicted ramp from I-25 that merged onto I-70. Once they took the ramp, they were joined by the units from Commerce City and some units from Wheat Ridge, CO. "Does he think he's going to get away?" Doug asked with scorn in his voice. "This time he's not getting away."

"I'm going in!" One of the helicopter pilots radioed the units and started pulling ahead of the other two. The pilot turned the helicopter around and started flying backwards, firing its pellets at Bob. Bob swerved to the left and aimed a machinegun out, firing at the chopper. Michael's eyes widened as the helicopter's windshield burst. "I've been hit! I've been hit!" He saw the pilot twitching and grabbing his arm. The chopper started spinning and collided into the other two helicopters. It had to be a lucky shot on Bob's part.

The choppers exploded in the air, sending flaming metal out into various cars on the road. "Damn it! When is this asshole going to run out of gas? Damn!"

After awhile of driving, he merged onto Hwy 225, where he burst through units from Aurora. Was this man so terrified of being caught that he was blind to the blood being shed today? They were all about at breaking point, truly Bob couldn't do this all day. "It's time to neutralize this threat," Michael muttered as he fired off more rounds of ammunition. Bob only returned fire, pelting their car with bullets. He clenched his teeth and turned his head towards the SWAT vans pulling ahead of them. "Get him."

One of the SWAT vans managed to pull up towards Bob just as they were all taking a curve. In a move that Michael couldn't have predicted, Bob swerved into the van, causing the driver to swerve his wheel and spin off of the freeway. Doug let out a loud roar and sped forward, ramming his car into the back of Bob's car. In that instant, Michael fired a shot through the windshield, finally shattering it. Bob looked back at them and slammed down his gas pedal, shooting far ahead.

"You won't get far," Doug shouted. Michael leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath, trying to steady his heart down. Above them, a news chopper had begun following them.. He grabbed the radio and spoke into it, channeling the news chopper.

"If you're following this chase, get higher into the air. He's already taken out three police choppers. We do not want any more innocent bystanders injured." The news chopper flew higher up, thankfully. Michael looked over to Doug, who was shifting his gaze from Bob to the speedometer.

"We're reaching top speed here, Mike." He never thought he'd have to be going at such dangerous speeds, but they weren't going to slow down. They both had people to return home to, but they both had reasons to fight. Bob set a hurricane through Denver, their families feared him, everyone feared him, and they were going to remove that fear one way or another. "Say the word…"

"No, we're not stopping now. My wife and kids are terrified of this man, and I will protect them till the end."

"Same here…"

"So keep pressing ahead, Doug."

"That's the Michael I know." Doug smirked and started to speed up once more. Once more they merged onto I-25 heading Northbound. Bob had truly run them in a circle, but his gas had to be depleting. "Where is this asshole going?"

"God knows."

"He has to realize he hasn't shaken any of us, right?" Bob threw three grenades from the car and Doug quickly swerved to avoid them. Three explosions went off and five units were blown from the chase. "Shit! Shit, shit, shit!"

"Those had better be the last of the grenades."

"Just keep shooting at him! For the love of god, keep firing! Christ!" Michael nodded and started firing, but Bob took a sudden exit ramp. Doug twisted the steering wheel sharply onto the exit ramp, half of the patrol units managed to get the exit ramp, the rest kept running down the freeway. Doug took the radio and started shouting into it. "Any units that are still on the freeway, remain there. I need some cars patrolling the city! I can't afford to lose more people!"

"Good call."

"This bastard will fall."

"Where is he going?" Bob's speed decreased, as did theirs, but he also turned onto familiar streets. As Michael looked around, panic struck his heart. He put his hand to his chest and froze, realizing the inevitable. "Shit, he's in my neighborhood, Doug!"

"He could be heading to your place."

"Shit!" As thought, Bob turned onto Michael's street. The smell of gas struck Michael's nose as Doug turned onto the street. He glanced back and saw their car smoking. "Fuck, we're smoking, Doug! We're on fire!"

"Son of a bitch! We need to jump!" Doug grabbed the radio and dialed in an order for at least four units to follow them onto the street, but to clear the area for them. He issued one last order for some units to block off all exits of the street. Doug and Michael grabbed their semi-automatic pistols and met each other's eyes. "Okay Mike…" They grabbed the handles of their doors while trying to slow the car's speed. In the distance, he could see his house. Fear spread through him as he thought of his family. "Now! Jump!"

The men pushed open their doors and curled into balls, tucking their arms above their heads. They landed and rolled on the ground as their car sped ahead and burst into a fiery explosion.

See, now this is where we're all in shock, sort of. There's your explosion, but how about all those casualties? Now in Mike's neighboorhood, and yes, ironically Bob will crash into that sweet ride in the driveway.