Disclaimer: See Chapter one. I can't be bothered to explain.
They walked over to the back of the building and went out a door, into an alley way. They watched some policemen on foot patrol nearby, who were both knocked out by Ice and Inferno. They cautiously walked over to an underground car park, where a black Ferrari Spider, a dark green open-top Jeep and a royal blue Yamaha YZF R1. Ice walked over to the motorcycle.
"Hey," Inferno called out. Ice turned around. "You can't ride like that. Swap." He threw Ice some keys. He fished in his jacket pocket and threw some keys back. Inferno walked over to the motorcycle and Ice walked over to the Ferrari.. He clicked something on the keys and a buzzer sounded. The doors of the car unlocked and opened.
"Get in." he turned to Shalimar, Jesse and Adam. They got into the car with Adam in the front passenger side, then Jolt squeezed in with them. Ice got in the front as all the doors closed simultaneously. Tornado, Rock, Emma and Brennan got into the Jeep. Tsunami got on the back of the bike and Inferno commed over the helmet mic.
"Ready to go?" His voice came clear over the radio in the Jeep and the Ferrari. Both Ice and tornado took headsets out of the glove compartments. Tornado put his on and Ice handed it over to Jolt.
"We're ready," Tornado commed back.
"Let's rock and roll!" Jolt seemed very excited.
"Yeehah!" Inferno put the bike into a wheelie, to which Tsunami nearly fell off, then drove off. He was followed in short order by Ice and Rock.
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Julius Marx stood and stared at the city hall maliciously, scratching the subdermal governor on the back of his neck. He looked at the scenery around him and his attention was drawn by the car park nearby. It was closed, with the grates down. There was a thin gap between the grate and the top of the entrance. There should have been razor-wire there!
"There," he said casually. "That's where they'll exit." He pointed at the grate.
"Impossible," an agent. "We have the hall surrounded."
"What about there?" he said, as he pointed to an extension on the hall. "There could be a tunnel or an alleyway along there, and that's attached to the car park."
"We can't get to there with out going into the building."
"Yeah, and look what happened there," he said, looking at the small group of badly beaten agents.
"It's probably just a boiler or somethin' anyway." The agent was suddenly gripped around the neckline of his shirt.
"Are you questioning me," Marx said dryly. He stared into the agent's eyes and saw. . . fear.
"N. . .n. . .no s. . .sir." Marx smiled and took his gum out of his mouth. He pushed it onto the agent's forehead, reached into his pocket and pulled out another stick of gum. He unwrapped it and dropped the wrapper on the floor. Then he walked over to his black MG classic and sat behind the wheel, waiting.
Suddenly, a royal blue Yamaha YZF R1 came through the gap, tilted sideways as a pair of figures leaned up on it. They were about to be taken out in a hail of bullets, but the agents' attentions were distracted by a black Ferrari Spider, bursting through the bottom half of the grate, sending agents flying. They were shortly followed by a dark green Jeep, smashing through the hole, taking the top half of the grate with it.
Suddenly, everything seemed to go in slow motion as Ice and Marx saw each other. Marx smiled and put his car in gear, accelerating. Time sped up again as Ice went up a gear, slamming the accelerator down, coming out of the cycle/car/jeep line and straight down a different road to the others. Marx accelerated and went after him.
"Where are you going, Ice?" Tornado called over the radio.
"Nothin'. Just gotta get rid of an uninvited guests. See you at the hideout," was all he got in reply, then the radio went dead.
Sorry for yet another short chapter but I promise the next chapter is going to have a really bangin' car chase. No, not really bangin', really really bangin'. No, really really really bangin'. (By the way, it's gonna have a few bangs in it.
Thanks for your encouragement Jouliana. When I didn't get a review straight away, I nearly stopped the story. (Lucky one there then!!!)
Also, thanks for Arianrhod for your review again.
They walked over to the back of the building and went out a door, into an alley way. They watched some policemen on foot patrol nearby, who were both knocked out by Ice and Inferno. They cautiously walked over to an underground car park, where a black Ferrari Spider, a dark green open-top Jeep and a royal blue Yamaha YZF R1. Ice walked over to the motorcycle.
"Hey," Inferno called out. Ice turned around. "You can't ride like that. Swap." He threw Ice some keys. He fished in his jacket pocket and threw some keys back. Inferno walked over to the motorcycle and Ice walked over to the Ferrari.. He clicked something on the keys and a buzzer sounded. The doors of the car unlocked and opened.
"Get in." he turned to Shalimar, Jesse and Adam. They got into the car with Adam in the front passenger side, then Jolt squeezed in with them. Ice got in the front as all the doors closed simultaneously. Tornado, Rock, Emma and Brennan got into the Jeep. Tsunami got on the back of the bike and Inferno commed over the helmet mic.
"Ready to go?" His voice came clear over the radio in the Jeep and the Ferrari. Both Ice and tornado took headsets out of the glove compartments. Tornado put his on and Ice handed it over to Jolt.
"We're ready," Tornado commed back.
"Let's rock and roll!" Jolt seemed very excited.
"Yeehah!" Inferno put the bike into a wheelie, to which Tsunami nearly fell off, then drove off. He was followed in short order by Ice and Rock.
______________________________
Julius Marx stood and stared at the city hall maliciously, scratching the subdermal governor on the back of his neck. He looked at the scenery around him and his attention was drawn by the car park nearby. It was closed, with the grates down. There was a thin gap between the grate and the top of the entrance. There should have been razor-wire there!
"There," he said casually. "That's where they'll exit." He pointed at the grate.
"Impossible," an agent. "We have the hall surrounded."
"What about there?" he said, as he pointed to an extension on the hall. "There could be a tunnel or an alleyway along there, and that's attached to the car park."
"We can't get to there with out going into the building."
"Yeah, and look what happened there," he said, looking at the small group of badly beaten agents.
"It's probably just a boiler or somethin' anyway." The agent was suddenly gripped around the neckline of his shirt.
"Are you questioning me," Marx said dryly. He stared into the agent's eyes and saw. . . fear.
"N. . .n. . .no s. . .sir." Marx smiled and took his gum out of his mouth. He pushed it onto the agent's forehead, reached into his pocket and pulled out another stick of gum. He unwrapped it and dropped the wrapper on the floor. Then he walked over to his black MG classic and sat behind the wheel, waiting.
Suddenly, a royal blue Yamaha YZF R1 came through the gap, tilted sideways as a pair of figures leaned up on it. They were about to be taken out in a hail of bullets, but the agents' attentions were distracted by a black Ferrari Spider, bursting through the bottom half of the grate, sending agents flying. They were shortly followed by a dark green Jeep, smashing through the hole, taking the top half of the grate with it.
Suddenly, everything seemed to go in slow motion as Ice and Marx saw each other. Marx smiled and put his car in gear, accelerating. Time sped up again as Ice went up a gear, slamming the accelerator down, coming out of the cycle/car/jeep line and straight down a different road to the others. Marx accelerated and went after him.
"Where are you going, Ice?" Tornado called over the radio.
"Nothin'. Just gotta get rid of an uninvited guests. See you at the hideout," was all he got in reply, then the radio went dead.
Sorry for yet another short chapter but I promise the next chapter is going to have a really bangin' car chase. No, not really bangin', really really bangin'. No, really really really bangin'. (By the way, it's gonna have a few bangs in it.
Thanks for your encouragement Jouliana. When I didn't get a review straight away, I nearly stopped the story. (Lucky one there then!!!)
Also, thanks for Arianrhod for your review again.