Alex and Donovan looked at each other as Speed's words sank in. Donny, Flynn and George looked at each other. To them, that was the clear and present signal that something had gone horribly wrong. It was Sweet's voice that came over the radio and told them that Detective Booth had shown his ugly presence.
Alex and Donovan both took off at a run for the Suburban. That meant only one thing... another cross town car race with Switch's scrapyard being the finish line. If there was a G.R.A.B. detective on her tail, then it was going to be messy. They both had heard Jake's story about the last chase Speed had led through Chicago. Alex switched channels on her radio to call the tactical team in on the scrapyard when they were done with the drop-off location. Donovan was listening to Sweet and Donny talking. Nothing had been heard from Speed after the whisper...
Speed was staring at Booth for all of 5 seconds as she switched her radio frequencies, looking for Booth's... once she found it, she wedged it down next to her and turned the volume up as loud as it would go. Having an ear on their talks would be an advantage... She threw the gear into first as she laid pedal. With a squeal, Speed and Christine peeled out of the garage in the opposite direction of Booth... who flipped on the red and blues, the siren and took off after her while swearing a blue streak.
"Didn't think you'd make this easy Speed..."
"Dispatch, this is One-Baker-Eleven in pursuit of a 1971 Plymouth Hemi cuda, yellow, convertible, heading east..."
Sweet whipped the minivan across the garage entrance, cutting off the other police car from following. Then he picked up the radio and told everyone else that Speed was off and running with 'blue' hot in pursuit...
Donovan frowned and aimed the Suburban in the direction that the police band on Alex's radio said that Speed was heading. With any luck they could get there and head off the G.R.A.B. unit and allow Speed to get to the scrapyard.
Speed, however, wheeled the car around a corner while shifting into second. The rising sun reminded her that the deadline was getting close. But she realized that now there was no deadline to meet. Switch had Jake hostage and her life was going to be the ransom... it was her fault he was in that jam and it would be her to get him out. The squealing of tires caused her to look in the rearview mirror. More squad cars had joined the pursuit. The radio dispatcher's voice crackled over advising caution in public areas. She shifted into third and headed into a less populated part of town...
Switch was laughing his head off. Speed was playing with fire and he had a Federal Agent on the hook. He dragged a slightly dazed Jake over to the window. "Now watch closely, Agent Jake, your woman is going to come racing into that yard and to her death..."
The garbage truck came out of nowhere, causing Speed to slam on both the clutch and the brake. The nose of the 'cuda stopped mere inches from the huge truck... quickly she threw it into reverse and started backing up. But lo and behold if Booth and his car didn't appear behind her... snapping the wheel around, she angled into another side alley still running backwards at roughly 50 miles an hour. Speed and Christine shot across a street mere inches from a public transit bus that slammed on it's brakes but still managed to slam into the police car that had gotten in between her and Booth. The traffic accident brought Booth's puruit to a screeching halt, allowing Speed the precious time to wheel the car around and return to a forward driving motion instead of reverse...
Speed blew across the next intersection while shifting out of first and into second. There was no pileup in her wake as the light was green in her favor. However, more police units had rejoined the chase, their red and blues flashing like Christmas lights in her rearview. Speed's palms were sweating as she kept jamming the clutch pedal down and shifting. Out of nowhere a black suburban came wheeling up along side of her. Staring down from the passenger seat was Alex, yelling something.
Alex was trying to get her point across to Speed to tell her that she needed to switch frequencies and let Frank talk to her. But Speed shook her head at Alex and threw it into third. The 426 Hemi engine and twin Carter AFB four-barrels were nearing their 490 torque max and getting damned close to the 425HP. But it still managed to pull away from the suburban, growling like a pissed off dragon that's being pushed to it's limit.
Alex grabbed up her radio and started in on the Police frequency, trying to get them to desist and to let Speed go... but a very terse Detective Booth came over and declared that in no uncertain terms would he let Marissa Randall go this time. Frank looked at Alex with a look of near horror. This detective was going to get Jake killed if he didnt give it up...
Meanwhile, dispatch had called in an air unit to track down the Hemi and Speed. "Air unit One in pursuit of yellow hot rod, suspect is heading north towards the waterfront."
"Copy that Air One, DO NOT LOSE HER."
Inside the suburban, Alex had yanked her sidearm out and checked it over to make sure that it was ready. This was going to be ugly when they finally hit the scrapyard. She did the same with Frank's weapon. They were getting close. On Frank's radio they could hear the others at the garage trying to get through to Speed. None of them not even Frank and Alex, knew that she'd changed channels and couldn't hear them at all.
Speed saw the huge gate to the scrapyard in front of her. The barricade was down and the guard was waving her down. She threw it up into fourth long enough to brace herself and kick the gas. The nose of the 'cuda hit the flimsy barricade and splintered it into millions of pieces.
She threw the car into nuetral and slammed on the clutch and brake at the same time. The 'cuda snarled it's protest and fishtailed on the loose gravel, sending a plume of it into the air even as she killed the ignition and threw open the door... this wasn't over by a long shot.
Hot on her tail was Frank and Alex, the police copter overhead and them both followed by Detective Booth and about 15 squad cars.
High above them, Jake watched it all with a sense of gut-wrenching horror.
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Alex and Donovan both took off at a run for the Suburban. That meant only one thing... another cross town car race with Switch's scrapyard being the finish line. If there was a G.R.A.B. detective on her tail, then it was going to be messy. They both had heard Jake's story about the last chase Speed had led through Chicago. Alex switched channels on her radio to call the tactical team in on the scrapyard when they were done with the drop-off location. Donovan was listening to Sweet and Donny talking. Nothing had been heard from Speed after the whisper...
Speed was staring at Booth for all of 5 seconds as she switched her radio frequencies, looking for Booth's... once she found it, she wedged it down next to her and turned the volume up as loud as it would go. Having an ear on their talks would be an advantage... She threw the gear into first as she laid pedal. With a squeal, Speed and Christine peeled out of the garage in the opposite direction of Booth... who flipped on the red and blues, the siren and took off after her while swearing a blue streak.
"Didn't think you'd make this easy Speed..."
"Dispatch, this is One-Baker-Eleven in pursuit of a 1971 Plymouth Hemi cuda, yellow, convertible, heading east..."
Sweet whipped the minivan across the garage entrance, cutting off the other police car from following. Then he picked up the radio and told everyone else that Speed was off and running with 'blue' hot in pursuit...
Donovan frowned and aimed the Suburban in the direction that the police band on Alex's radio said that Speed was heading. With any luck they could get there and head off the G.R.A.B. unit and allow Speed to get to the scrapyard.
Speed, however, wheeled the car around a corner while shifting into second. The rising sun reminded her that the deadline was getting close. But she realized that now there was no deadline to meet. Switch had Jake hostage and her life was going to be the ransom... it was her fault he was in that jam and it would be her to get him out. The squealing of tires caused her to look in the rearview mirror. More squad cars had joined the pursuit. The radio dispatcher's voice crackled over advising caution in public areas. She shifted into third and headed into a less populated part of town...
Switch was laughing his head off. Speed was playing with fire and he had a Federal Agent on the hook. He dragged a slightly dazed Jake over to the window. "Now watch closely, Agent Jake, your woman is going to come racing into that yard and to her death..."
The garbage truck came out of nowhere, causing Speed to slam on both the clutch and the brake. The nose of the 'cuda stopped mere inches from the huge truck... quickly she threw it into reverse and started backing up. But lo and behold if Booth and his car didn't appear behind her... snapping the wheel around, she angled into another side alley still running backwards at roughly 50 miles an hour. Speed and Christine shot across a street mere inches from a public transit bus that slammed on it's brakes but still managed to slam into the police car that had gotten in between her and Booth. The traffic accident brought Booth's puruit to a screeching halt, allowing Speed the precious time to wheel the car around and return to a forward driving motion instead of reverse...
Speed blew across the next intersection while shifting out of first and into second. There was no pileup in her wake as the light was green in her favor. However, more police units had rejoined the chase, their red and blues flashing like Christmas lights in her rearview. Speed's palms were sweating as she kept jamming the clutch pedal down and shifting. Out of nowhere a black suburban came wheeling up along side of her. Staring down from the passenger seat was Alex, yelling something.
Alex was trying to get her point across to Speed to tell her that she needed to switch frequencies and let Frank talk to her. But Speed shook her head at Alex and threw it into third. The 426 Hemi engine and twin Carter AFB four-barrels were nearing their 490 torque max and getting damned close to the 425HP. But it still managed to pull away from the suburban, growling like a pissed off dragon that's being pushed to it's limit.
Alex grabbed up her radio and started in on the Police frequency, trying to get them to desist and to let Speed go... but a very terse Detective Booth came over and declared that in no uncertain terms would he let Marissa Randall go this time. Frank looked at Alex with a look of near horror. This detective was going to get Jake killed if he didnt give it up...
Meanwhile, dispatch had called in an air unit to track down the Hemi and Speed. "Air unit One in pursuit of yellow hot rod, suspect is heading north towards the waterfront."
"Copy that Air One, DO NOT LOSE HER."
Inside the suburban, Alex had yanked her sidearm out and checked it over to make sure that it was ready. This was going to be ugly when they finally hit the scrapyard. She did the same with Frank's weapon. They were getting close. On Frank's radio they could hear the others at the garage trying to get through to Speed. None of them not even Frank and Alex, knew that she'd changed channels and couldn't hear them at all.
Speed saw the huge gate to the scrapyard in front of her. The barricade was down and the guard was waving her down. She threw it up into fourth long enough to brace herself and kick the gas. The nose of the 'cuda hit the flimsy barricade and splintered it into millions of pieces.
She threw the car into nuetral and slammed on the clutch and brake at the same time. The 'cuda snarled it's protest and fishtailed on the loose gravel, sending a plume of it into the air even as she killed the ignition and threw open the door... this wasn't over by a long shot.
Hot on her tail was Frank and Alex, the police copter overhead and them both followed by Detective Booth and about 15 squad cars.
High above them, Jake watched it all with a sense of gut-wrenching horror.
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