189 miles per hour.
Inside his new Lamborghini,a businessman enjoyed his riding into Chicago,dodging the incoming vehicles,showing off in front of women and crossing red lights. Meanwhile,he was listening to some rock music and drinking some milkshake. After he did a last drift to the right,he heard the police sirens on his right. He looked and found two police cars ordering him to stop.
The man disobeyed and accelerated,going to 295 miles per hour,at his own risk. So it became harder to dodge around. But unexpectedly,with a very frightening ease,the man,without worry,managed easily to dodge the cars he barely spotted. Then he continued his race until the lower west side. There,he dodged the few more cars heading his direction and stopping at the side of the road.
Meanwhile the police cars tried their best to follow him around,but one of them unfortunately encountered another car,sending the cop flying onto this same car.
The rich driver proudly continued his run and after a while,he made a wild drift and stopped in front of the Chinatown police station,the back of his car facing the door. Then he got out of the car,victorious and raising his arms,to salute the policemen who stop in front of him to exit from their car. One of them went to grab him by the collar.
" What are you thinking,Burns ?! Don't you know how many casualities you've caused ?! "
" There wouldn't be any casualities if you had stayed wisely on your seats." The rich man responded with his soft spanish accent. He was wearing a dark suit with a black tie and had black hairs,a dark beard and a golden watch on his left wrist. " Besides... No civilian was hurt. " He said until the cop,who went into the glass,walks to the ambulance,wearing a lot of wounds on his face. " He ain't a civilian. "
" Burns... " The cop called him while dropping his clothes,allowing him to take the dust off. " You gotta stop driving this beauty around like a madman. You'll end up killing someone... or yourself. "
" At 8 PM,everyone already went home. The only people outside are those who are drunk enough to not take notice of the accelerator. "
" Enough with the nonsense... " Burns was already getting back into his car. " All we want is you to avoid getting into trouble with the chief. "
" Well don't. I'm an old man. I can take care of myself. " The man actually looked like he barely reached the forties. After that quote,he left,leaving the other cops frustated.
A dozen of minutes later,after nearly rolling against an old woman,Burns safely arrived in his street. He came to his apartment and stopped in front of the garage's door. He called the guard to make him open the door... but as he yelled his name,no one responded. Then he pressed the button located on his left,out of the car,to call him. Again,nobody. Pissed off,he got out of his vehicle and decided to handle things himself : he went to the office,slowly opened the window and pressed the button opening the door.
All of a sudden,as he was gonna return to the car,four young thugs,with one of them being chinese,advanced to him,as if they just spawned. The leader - the chinese dude - grabbed a wooden baseball bat and knocked on the window,earning Burns's attention. Unfortunately,this one wasn't easy to intimidate. Instead,he turned around and smiled to the outlaws.
" Good evening,gentlemen ! " He welcomed them happily. " May I help you ? Maybe you wanna meet someone inside ? Perhaps to play baseball ? Mind if I join in ?! " One of them rudely raised a small knife to his throat but he didn't flinch one second.
" Wallet. Money. Watch. Now ! " The thug ordered angrily while the third one ripped the watch off his forearm and the fourth one took out his wallet from his pocket. Burns was just standing there,raising his hands.
" Actually,if you had waited for a moment,I might have given you everything you want... "
" Too late. Shut up ! " The thugs ordered him. Then one of them spotted with his eyes something shiny in his jacket. He raised it up and discovered a Beretta into his holster. The thug whistled.
" Is this yours ? You a cop ? "
" Actually,yes I'm a cop. And since you are robbing me,you are all condemned to follow me to the precinpt. "
" Hahahahahaha... Where's your badge ? " Burns went for his badge,reaching his right back pocket... But he found nothing. For the first time at that moment,he mentally panicked. He had sworn his badge was there. He began to search everywhere on him... Then he realized finally where it was : it was into the glove box... And the leader is walking around his Lamborghini,menacing to smash it with his bat.
He was pretty much screwed. He didn't know how he would survive that. If he tried anything brutal,he would die stabbed... or shot... Unless he got his hands on... Just as he thought about his gun,a thug ripped it off the holster and began roleplaying,as a policeman. He looked pathetic.
He had nothing to defend himself. So the only solution... was to wait an opening. Meanwhile,the leader,after finishing caressing the car with his eyes,went to Burns and talked to him.
" Dude,where are the keys ? "
" The keys for what ? "
" For the car,dumb-shit ! Don't play smart. "
" My keys... My keys... They are still inside. Listen... The car's still on. " Indeed he hadn't taken the key off the lock.
" Easy : I'll break the window. " The chinese man stepped back and went to swing his bat to the window... When Burns grabbed it.
" We shouldn't do that. " He explained calmly. " This car is worth millions ! "
" I'll repair it with your money. Now back up bitch ! " He ordered,pushing him away. He tried again... But Burns insistingly interrupted him... and tossed the bat away.
" Last time I broke this window,the garagist nearly refused to repair it ! " Suddenly the leader grabbed his collar and held him.
" Motherfucker ! We must teach you a lesson ! " His friend took out a knife and menacingly walked slowly behind Burns. This one could see him but was stuck with the other man. The two last thugs watch away,ready to jump him. The knifeman dashed forward and went to stab him... Only to see him grab his armed arm and disarm him by punching his articulation.
Then he elbowed his face before to give him a left-hooked punch. Unfortunately,the leader picked up his bat and strangled our policeman. The two other thugs went to break him down but the rich cop raised his feet and kicked them back to the wall. That allowed him to crash the chief against his Lamborghini so that he elbowed his ribs before to steal his baseball bat and smash his head as strong as to break a piñata.
After that,he brought the bat from down to up to break a thug's nose and set him on the floor,KO. For the last one,Burns threw the bat against the thugs's nose before to tackle him and finish him with a few punches to the eyes. He got up and admired his carnage : one broken arm,two rearranged faces,one broken skull and two broken noses.
While he picked up his stolen stuff,the security guard - who was supposed to stay in his office - returned,carrying a sugar donut. He discovered the scene,horrified.
" What happened here ?! " He asked with an high-pitched and annoying voice.
" You didn't do your job. That's what happened. " Burns responded,wearing no wounds but getting his clothes crumpled. " Where the fuck where you ?! "
" I only left for two minutes... I wanted to buy a donut because I didn't get any snack until now... "
" If it wasn't for me,you wouldn't have kept that job. Now get those fuckers to the police. "
" Right now,Dylan ! " The guard dragged each one of them and brought them to his office. Then he called the police.
Meanwhile,Dylan Burns opened the door of his car and,on his phone on the radio,he saw that someone tried to call him. He picked up the phone and called the number. The voice on the phone was very familiar.
" Good evening,Dylan. "
" Theresa... You called me. "
" We've got a new client. Still busy ? "
" Always busy. I nearly got killed out of my house. "
" But you're still here,against all odds. You ready ? "
" Not yet. Must deal with some businesses... "
" Take your time. Call me when you're ready. "
" Are the others in ? "
" Always. "