"There's the truck!" a passenger yelled.

Looking in the rearview mirror, Jake saw a bus fast approaching. He shook his head, thinking to himself that a bus had too narrow a doorway for a person to safely get through, while driving at the speed the vehicles were moving at. He slowed down a little, impatient for the bus to catch up, and when it did and pulled alongside them, he saw that it was a wheelchair accessible bus, and so had a very wide door.

Frank watched as the door opened, and the wheelchair platform lowered to the same level as the door of their bus. "Jake, drive perfectly straight!" he said.

"Right," Jake answered, sarcastically, as the handicap bus moved closer.

When the platform was as close to the bus as it could get, Frank said, "Okay, one person at a time, everyone slowly line up, and remember not to touch the bus wall!"

The people all but erupted out of their seats, hurriedly doing as Frank said.

A bunch of cops were standing on the platform, reaching their arms out to help the first person onto the ramp. One by one, each passenger left the bus slowly, fearfully.

The young woman with the baby stopped when it was her turn, and gave Frank a thankful smile. "This was her first bus ride," she said, wistfully.

Frank felt a sense of déjà vu when she said that. Smiling back, he stuck a finger into the baby's tiny fist. "I'm sure she won't remember it."

Wow, thought Jake, watching. Frank really does have a soft side!

"Hurry up!" someone yelled, from the back of the line.

The girl smiled again, before heading towards the platform, handing the baby to one of the officers, before being helped onto the ramp.

Finally, every passenger was safely off the bus, to Frank's immense relief. The only one still remaining was the dead body of the unfortunate bus driver, which two officers carried off.

"Jake."

Jake turned to see Frank take a step towards him. He could see that his boss was still having trouble with his muscles, as he grabbed onto the back of Jake's seat to remain standing.

"Your turn," Frank told him.

"What?!" Jake exclaimed. "You think I'm gonna leave you on this thing?"

"You think I'm gonna leave you on this thing?" Frank shot back.

"I have to stay, and ditch this stupid bus," Jake said. "You're hardly capable of moving!"

Frank sighed. "Jake, that lunatic did this because he wanted to see me fail. I will not leave you on this bus, and let the one person I need to keep alive possibly die!"

Jake just looked at him, before looking back to the road. Frank wasn't one to often admit his feelings. "Frank," he said. "Think about it; you've been hurt, I'm not. It's good to know that you would never let me die," he said, with a laugh. "But I'm the only one of us really capable of doing this."

"Jake," Frank said. "Get off the bus."

"I'll stay with you! We'll both ditch it."

Frank sighed. "We don't have time to argue! Get off the bus, make them pull over, get in Morgan's truck and follow."

Jake knew that he could be setting himself up for trouble if he continued to go against Frank's orders, so he reluctantly gave in. "Fine. But if you die, then I'm the one who failed."

Frank's face softened, knowing how Jake felt. "I won't die, Jake."

"Yeah," Jake agreed. "You did just survive being electrocuted."

Frank smiled at that one, and winced. "Don't remind me." He moved forward and grabbed the steering wheel, and Jake ducked under Frank's arms, not letting go of the gas pedal until Frank was seated and took it over.

"Morgan and I will be following," said Jake. "Be careful."

Frank looked at him, and nodded.

Jake sighed, and left the bus, stepping onto the platform of the other.

Frank kept his eyes on the road, in immense relief that he had succeeded in saving everyone, after all. Now, the only person left to save is myself!

Suddenly another jolt of pain shot through him, taking him by surprise and almost making him lose control of the bus. He felt his heart palpitating, and wondered if the electrical shock had done it damage. That's all I need! he thought. His career would be over, if that was so.

With a sigh, he continued to drive, seeing the Expedition behind him catching up again, after having stopped to let Jake on board.

Frank looked at the fuel gauge to see that the bus wasn't in danger of running out of gas, thankfully; the situation having not gone on as long as it could have.

"Where do I ditch this thing…" he wondered aloud. He realized that he wasn't far from Lake Michigan port, which would be the perfect place to take the bus—into the water, away from people.

His cell phone rang, and he fumbled for it, his hands still tingling madly. "Yeah, Jake," he said, seeing his number on the caller ID.

"Where you going?" Jake asked.

"Lake Michigan," Frank said.

"Good idea," said Jake. "If the bombs go off, it'll happen under water."

"Right," said Frank. "Let me off, Jake, in case Lazarro calls back."

"Okay. Be careful," Jake said.

"Always," Frank replied. He heard Jake mutter, 'not' as he hung up his phone, which rang again a mere minute later. "Donovan."

"I'll bet you're all really scared by now!" Lazarro said. "Sounds pretty quiet in there. What's everyone doing?"

Frank realized that that was a good question. There should be some noise in the background. "Having their last meal," Frank said.

"Ha ha, very funny. So where's the bus heading, anyway?"

"Down Rt. 88," lied Frank, nonchalantly. "We're taking the scenic route."

"The scenic route!" laughed Lazarro. "It's a beautiful fall day! You know something, Frankie?"

Frank sighed. "What?"

"I'm getting bored waiting for that thing to run out of gas, or for someone to get fried, or for an accident to occur and make the bus explode," he said. "I think I'll set one of the bombs off early, to add some fun to this otherwise dreary waiting."

Frank tried to calm the increased racing of his heart that Lazarro's statement instigated. "I wouldn't advise that," he said.

"Oh? Why not?" Lazarro said, as if he was seriously considering Frank's argument.

"So far, you haven't killed anyone," Frank said, leaving out mention of the dead bus driver. "Think about it. When I get these people off alive, you won't be facing any murder charges. You set off a bomb now, and someone will die. Then, you'll go to prison for first degree murder."

"Convincing argument," the guy said. "But not convincing enough."

Frank's blood ran cold, as he tried to drive the bus with still-tingling hands and weak arms, while his neck started to ache from holding the phone to his ear with it.

"Tell the people on the bus that in 10 minutes, they're gonna have a big surprise!" Lazarro said, and hung up the phone.

Frank disconnected his, and sat it on the dashboard, trying to still the trembling in his body. From the electrical shock, he told himself. Picking up his phone again, he dialed Jake.

"Yeah Frank?"

"If I haven't made it to Lake Michigan in 8 minutes," Frank said. "I want your truck turned around."

"What? What's going on?"

Frank gave an exasperated sigh. "Lazarro just informed me that in 10 minutes he's going to set off one of the bombs."

Jake was speechless. "I dunno if you'll make it there in time," he said.

Frank doubted that he would. "I agree."