CHAPTER NINE
Sydney twisted in her seat to see the pursuers from a better angle within the car. Vaughn sped through the narrow mountain roads, with no substantial barrier to stop them from crashing to the bottom. He was hitting the 150mph mark, and was still increasing their speed. The pursuers were hot on their tail, flashing their front lights on full beam. Sydney couldn't make out who was in the car because of the strong light shining in her eyes. She gave up momentarily, and sat around in the seat again, watching where Vaughn was speeding.
"There's a gun in my glove compartment."
She pulled it open, and lifted out the small, yet efficient hand gun stowed there. They hadn't been armed during their stay in Vermont. It hadn't seemed necessary. They were hiding. No-one was supposed to know where they were. It seemed superfluous to carry a gun in the mountains.
They had just been proved wrong, as the passenger window of the rear car was opened, and the covered head of the pursuer became visible. Their head was covered with the black material of a balaclava. Sydney saw the glint of a gun pointed in their direction, and loaded up the handgun. She was quicker than the assailant, loading the gun within a few seconds.
Vaughn sped through the narrow road, the small car swaying with the acceleration. He reached a steep corner, where the road almost turned at a 90 degree angle. He pulled frantically at the steering wheel, while Sydney held on to her seat. The car behind was gaining on them, as Vaughn slowed a little for the bend. She could hear the loud, clear ring of gunshots behind them. Sydney turned in her seat again, and reached up to open the sunroof. It slid backwards too slowly for Sydney's patience to take. She smashed the gun through the glass, and forced herself up through it.
The assailant had retreated back into the car, as they rounded the bend just behind Vaughn and Sydney. She took aim, and shot at one of their tyres. Being a spy had it's advantages. She knew how to shoot straight, even with the unsteady footing she had on her seat, and the speed of the car. The car swayed back and forth behind her, it's tyre burst from her shot. She took aim again, and shot out the windshield. The dark glass gave way instantly, providing her with a fleeting glance of the two behind the attack. Familiar faces stared back at her shocked face, seconds before she watched them lose control of the car, and break through the thin barrier keeping them from the rocks below.
She barely registered the resounding thunder of a bullet being fired, as the car sailed through the air gracefully, and gravity won the battle. Sydney felt the car below her move with a violent shudder. The last shot was from the other car. They had blown one of the tyres. Inside, Vaughn was swearing at the steering wheel. The car was going over 150mph, and he couldn't gain control of the wheel. The car veered aggressively to the left, almost colliding with the flat mountain wall. It suddenly changed direction, pulling the car dangerously close to the edge of the mountain.
Sydney watched in silence, as the mountain whizzed past her. She could have looked down, and seen the wreck of the other car, but she didn't. Instead, she looked up, towards the sky. The wind was in her hair, flowing around her. She couldn't shut her eyes. The sight was so beautiful, and yet so desperately unsafe. The ground was flashing by her eyes so quickly, she didn't have time to focus. She heard Vaughn groan with resignation, as she slid down into her seat again. Hitting the brake was the only thing left to do. She turned to meet his eyes, noticing for the first time how she could see her reflection in them.
Suddenly, everything around them moved slowly. Her own movements felt flowing, as if she was no longer moving at the same pace as her surroundings. Vaughn felt the same, as he moved forward, pulling the wheel towards him, vainly trying to gain power again.
Around the car, trees and rock swept past. The car was moving faster than they could control, waving desperately across the road, bringing Sydney and Vaughn perilously near the edge of the mountain. In one last attempt to gain control, Vaughn pushed forcefully on the brake.
The car suddenly jerked ominously towards the barrier, and Sydney knew instantly what was before them. She couldn't bring herself to close her eyes, instead concentrating on the penetrating emerald eyes bearing down on her. She couldn't move, as she felt the lurch of the car, driving the car into the barrier, straining the thin metal. The abrupt shattering of the barrier drove a loud gasp from Sydney. The car sailed gracefully through the boundary, into the air.
She knew her life should be flashing in front of her eyes at any moment, but all she could see in front of her was the green eyes she had come to love. She reached for his hand, and he clasped it desperately. Her heart lept in her throat, as she felt the sensation of toppling through the atmosphere. She gazed openly into his eyes, masking nothing, knowing he would understand finally.
The surreal sound of the car plunging through the sky was the last sound she heard, before everything went black.
to be continued?
Sydney twisted in her seat to see the pursuers from a better angle within the car. Vaughn sped through the narrow mountain roads, with no substantial barrier to stop them from crashing to the bottom. He was hitting the 150mph mark, and was still increasing their speed. The pursuers were hot on their tail, flashing their front lights on full beam. Sydney couldn't make out who was in the car because of the strong light shining in her eyes. She gave up momentarily, and sat around in the seat again, watching where Vaughn was speeding.
"There's a gun in my glove compartment."
She pulled it open, and lifted out the small, yet efficient hand gun stowed there. They hadn't been armed during their stay in Vermont. It hadn't seemed necessary. They were hiding. No-one was supposed to know where they were. It seemed superfluous to carry a gun in the mountains.
They had just been proved wrong, as the passenger window of the rear car was opened, and the covered head of the pursuer became visible. Their head was covered with the black material of a balaclava. Sydney saw the glint of a gun pointed in their direction, and loaded up the handgun. She was quicker than the assailant, loading the gun within a few seconds.
Vaughn sped through the narrow road, the small car swaying with the acceleration. He reached a steep corner, where the road almost turned at a 90 degree angle. He pulled frantically at the steering wheel, while Sydney held on to her seat. The car behind was gaining on them, as Vaughn slowed a little for the bend. She could hear the loud, clear ring of gunshots behind them. Sydney turned in her seat again, and reached up to open the sunroof. It slid backwards too slowly for Sydney's patience to take. She smashed the gun through the glass, and forced herself up through it.
The assailant had retreated back into the car, as they rounded the bend just behind Vaughn and Sydney. She took aim, and shot at one of their tyres. Being a spy had it's advantages. She knew how to shoot straight, even with the unsteady footing she had on her seat, and the speed of the car. The car swayed back and forth behind her, it's tyre burst from her shot. She took aim again, and shot out the windshield. The dark glass gave way instantly, providing her with a fleeting glance of the two behind the attack. Familiar faces stared back at her shocked face, seconds before she watched them lose control of the car, and break through the thin barrier keeping them from the rocks below.
She barely registered the resounding thunder of a bullet being fired, as the car sailed through the air gracefully, and gravity won the battle. Sydney felt the car below her move with a violent shudder. The last shot was from the other car. They had blown one of the tyres. Inside, Vaughn was swearing at the steering wheel. The car was going over 150mph, and he couldn't gain control of the wheel. The car veered aggressively to the left, almost colliding with the flat mountain wall. It suddenly changed direction, pulling the car dangerously close to the edge of the mountain.
Sydney watched in silence, as the mountain whizzed past her. She could have looked down, and seen the wreck of the other car, but she didn't. Instead, she looked up, towards the sky. The wind was in her hair, flowing around her. She couldn't shut her eyes. The sight was so beautiful, and yet so desperately unsafe. The ground was flashing by her eyes so quickly, she didn't have time to focus. She heard Vaughn groan with resignation, as she slid down into her seat again. Hitting the brake was the only thing left to do. She turned to meet his eyes, noticing for the first time how she could see her reflection in them.
Suddenly, everything around them moved slowly. Her own movements felt flowing, as if she was no longer moving at the same pace as her surroundings. Vaughn felt the same, as he moved forward, pulling the wheel towards him, vainly trying to gain power again.
Around the car, trees and rock swept past. The car was moving faster than they could control, waving desperately across the road, bringing Sydney and Vaughn perilously near the edge of the mountain. In one last attempt to gain control, Vaughn pushed forcefully on the brake.
The car suddenly jerked ominously towards the barrier, and Sydney knew instantly what was before them. She couldn't bring herself to close her eyes, instead concentrating on the penetrating emerald eyes bearing down on her. She couldn't move, as she felt the lurch of the car, driving the car into the barrier, straining the thin metal. The abrupt shattering of the barrier drove a loud gasp from Sydney. The car sailed gracefully through the boundary, into the air.
She knew her life should be flashing in front of her eyes at any moment, but all she could see in front of her was the green eyes she had come to love. She reached for his hand, and he clasped it desperately. Her heart lept in her throat, as she felt the sensation of toppling through the atmosphere. She gazed openly into his eyes, masking nothing, knowing he would understand finally.
The surreal sound of the car plunging through the sky was the last sound she heard, before everything went black.
to be continued?