Back To The Past
Part Nine: A Change Of Plans
"Perfect. Now what are we going to do?" wondered Marty, slumping forward so that his head tapped against the metal mesh that separated the rear of the cruiser from the front.
"Thompson!" barked a thick, gravely voice that moved rapidly along side the cruiser. "What the hell's going on here?"
Marty and Doc looked to the new arrival, grimacing as they recognized Chief Volmer stomping past them, his face nearly a fiery red as his hair.
"Reckless op, destruction of private property, and few other moving violations to begin with," answered Officer Thompson, meeting the Chief by the front of the cruiser. Nodding towards Doc and Marty, he continued with "and they had Marty McFly with them. He's unconscious, and we haven't been able to revive him, yet."
"Unconscious? So what, are they kidnappers?" demanded the Chief.
"We, uh, don't know, Sir. Lee's trying to contact the his parents right now."
"Have you read them their rights?"
"Uh, no, not yet, Sir. We were sort of waiting until we found out what Marty's involvement…"
"Pat 'em down, read them their rights, and get them locked up!" barked the Chief. "Christ, do I have to watch over the lot of you all the time?"
"Yes, Sir," stammered Thompson, quickly stepping around the Chief and opening the rear door of the cruiser.
Thompson helped Doc out of the back of the cruiser, then Marty, and began patting them down as the Chief stomped towards the Toyota, muttering under his breath about the incompetence of his officers.
After unlocking the handcuffs that had bound Doc's wrists, Thompson directed him to place his hands on the side of the cruiser and to spread his legs.
"This is degrading," rambled the Doc as Thompson began patting him down. Then, fixing Thompson with a wide-eyed gaze, he asked, "do I look like the type of man that would be involved in a kidnapping?"
Thompson paused for a moment, took in Doc's appearance; his wild hair; his large, gleaming eyes; his western attire. Holding his tongue, Thompson went back to patting down the Doc.
"I don't think you're helping things here, Doc," quipped Marty.
His hand smacking against one of the Doc's many side pockets, Thompson suddenly froze in his search.
Doc, wondering what could possibly be so interesting about his pocket that Officer Thompson was still checking it out, cast a sideways glance at the man.
Thompson was completely still.
Doing a double take at Thompson, Doc then looked wildly about the area, smiling broadly as he saw that all of the surrounding police officers were frozen in time.
"Marty."
"Yeah," replied Marty, leaning against the cruiser, his attention focused towards the street.
"Marty!" yelled the Doc, stepping out from under Thompson's frozen search and spinning Marty around.
"Doc! What are you…"
"He set off one of my Time Bombs, Marty," exclaimed Doc Brown, grabbing for the keys hanging on Thompson's belt. "We have to hurry, we only have a few minutes!"
Thompson's head seemed to spin as he suddenly pitched forward, the suspect that he had been patting down no longer in front of him, and he stopped himself from falling into the cruiser.
Looking about excitedly, Thompson started to run towards the other officers when he was jerked to a halt, his eyes staring in disbelief at the handcuffs binding his wrist to the handle of the cruiser's front door.
"Where are the suspects, Thompson?" slowly asked the Chief as he walked back towards the cruiser.
Thompson couldn't think of a thing to say.
Three blocks and five minutes (their time) later, Doc and Marty where hiding in the shadows of an alley, looking up and down the road for any sign of pursuit.
"Why didn't we grab the box of parts, Doc?" asked Marty, slumping against the side of the alley. "We could have ended this."
"We couldn't risk running out of time, Marty. That was my last Time Bomb, and we couldn't very well afford them becoming unfrozen as we were climbing out of the back of the truck. They would've added attempted escape to the charges!"
"But the pieces, Doc," groaned Marty.
"Not to worry, Marty. Not to worry. I've got a plan. We go back and get the locomotive, fly it to the impound yard, in stealth mode, and retrieve the pieces from the back of the truck before the police get around to storing it."
"Yeah, yeah," agreed Marty, nodding as he thought over the Doc's plan. "That sounds easy enough, Doc."
"We just have to do it before sunrise," added the Doc, stepping out of the alley.
Marty reached out, latched onto the Doc's collar, and pulled him back into the alley, asking "what do you mean 'we just have to do it before sunrise', Doc?"
"The light-infraction device only works with low level light sources," spewed Doc Brown. "Daylight will overpower its limited abilities, rendering it visible."
"Doc, the high school's on the other side of town," cried Marty, throwing his hands up in the air. "How are we going to get clear over there and fly the engine to the impound yard before sunrise? It's nearly five in the morning now. There's no way we can get there without a ride."
"Then maybe we should call for one," said the Doc, pointing towards a phone booth across the street.
"Call for one? Doc, I don't how often you take a cab around here, but I distinctly remember that they take their good old time."
"Who says we're calling a cab?"
"Oh, my, God, Marty! You look so…so…so old," admonished Jennifer, staring at the future version of her boyfriend.
"And you look so beautiful, Jenn," complimented Marty, taking her in with eyes wide. "Just as beautiful as when we got marr…"
"Eh, eh," loudly coughed the Doc, elbowing Marty slightly.
"And Doc. You look just like you did yesterday."
Doc smiled sheepishly, flexing his eyebrows, and rocking on his heels. He didn't know Jennifer nearly as well as he did Marty, but his young/old friend loved her, and that was good enough for him.
"What's going on?" asked Jennifer. "You know, it wasn't easy sneaking out and taking dad's car."
"Just get us to the high school, Jenn," said Marty, opening the door and sliding into the passenger seat. "I'll explain everything."
Doc fixed him with a warning glare.
"Well, everything that the Doc'll let me," corrected Marty.
To Be Concluded…
