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Just a reference note: wonder what a Murcielago looks like? Check one out here :
http://www.autoweek.com/specials/galleries/murcielago/1.htm
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Having dispatched three of the pursuers, the driver of the Lamborghini accelerated and pulled
even with the van, coming up on driver's left. Both Harm, who had taken the passenger seat,
and Webb turned to look at the driver... confirming Clay's suspicions.
"MERCEDES?!?!?"
Harm's shriek brought Mac to the front to glance over at the sportscar. Sure enough, Harm's
cousin sat behind the wheel, handing the high-powered vehicle with ease. As they watched she
mouthed the words, "All you okay?"
Harm nodded, giving her a thumbs-up. She returned the nod, sparing a lethal glare for Webb,
before glancing behind them. "I got 'em," she mouthed, "just keep going."
"What the hell is she talking about?" Webb asked.
"I have feeling we're going to find out," Mac said. Even as the words left her lips, Mercedes
rapidly downshifted, dropping speed and momentum until she was well behind the van, but
between it and the police cars in pursuit.
Clay decelerated as they approached a T in the road. Back in the Lamborghini, Mercedes saw
an opportunity. Pulling even with the two lead cars, she waited until the last possible millisecond
to brake, then turned sharply and accelerated hard. The outbraking maneuver left the outside
car nowhere to go except straight into a wall.
"Four down, a whole shitload to go," Mercedes muttered, even as the remaining car on her
right began to fire at her. However, the shooter hadn't counted on the difference in the two
cars, and the bullets simply scraped the top of the ultra-low slung Murcielago.
"That's not nice," CD commented, gunning the car and pulling in front of the police car with
less than a foot to spare. She accelerated hard, pulling the following car with her. Another
corner loomed, and as the van braked and darted around it, Mercedes stomped on the brakes,
hard, for a few hundredths of a second, before accelerating with every bit of the 580 horsepower
the V-12 engine could produce, turning as she did so.
The maneuver worked perfectly. The police car's braking capabilities were nowhere near
those of the exotic sportscar, and it failed to make the turn. Better yet, the three other cars that
had been following closely behind slammed into the unfortunate car in a chain reaction. Scratch
four more pursuers. Only a few left to go.
Back in the van, Harm was watching his cousin's display with amazement. He knew she
could drive, but damn! She was pulling maneuvers like she was in a dogfight. Even Clay had
noticed how relatively easily CD was handling their pursuers...and beginning to feel a bit foolish
for not accepting her help.
Inside the Murcielago, Mercedes was having a blast. She'd never thought too highly of Italian
sportscars, but Lamborghini had really outdone themselves this time. Powerful and responsive,
the car enticed her to let go with a side of herself that hadn't been seen since the crash. At 5'
10", her lithe frame fit in the seat like they'd been made for each other. She could feel the
tingling thrum of the engine vibrating through her body, coming from the pedals, the wheel, the
gearshift, everything. She felt more alive than she had in years.
She glanced in the rearview mirror, spotting the five remaining cars in pursuit. A slow, wicked
smile spread across her lips as she recalled some dialogue from a movie, repeating it out loud. "I
can't shoot this sonofabitch; let's see if we can have a little fun with 'em."
TBC....
Just a reference note: wonder what a Murcielago looks like? Check one out here :
http://www.autoweek.com/specials/galleries/murcielago/1.htm
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Having dispatched three of the pursuers, the driver of the Lamborghini accelerated and pulled
even with the van, coming up on driver's left. Both Harm, who had taken the passenger seat,
and Webb turned to look at the driver... confirming Clay's suspicions.
"MERCEDES?!?!?"
Harm's shriek brought Mac to the front to glance over at the sportscar. Sure enough, Harm's
cousin sat behind the wheel, handing the high-powered vehicle with ease. As they watched she
mouthed the words, "All you okay?"
Harm nodded, giving her a thumbs-up. She returned the nod, sparing a lethal glare for Webb,
before glancing behind them. "I got 'em," she mouthed, "just keep going."
"What the hell is she talking about?" Webb asked.
"I have feeling we're going to find out," Mac said. Even as the words left her lips, Mercedes
rapidly downshifted, dropping speed and momentum until she was well behind the van, but
between it and the police cars in pursuit.
Clay decelerated as they approached a T in the road. Back in the Lamborghini, Mercedes saw
an opportunity. Pulling even with the two lead cars, she waited until the last possible millisecond
to brake, then turned sharply and accelerated hard. The outbraking maneuver left the outside
car nowhere to go except straight into a wall.
"Four down, a whole shitload to go," Mercedes muttered, even as the remaining car on her
right began to fire at her. However, the shooter hadn't counted on the difference in the two
cars, and the bullets simply scraped the top of the ultra-low slung Murcielago.
"That's not nice," CD commented, gunning the car and pulling in front of the police car with
less than a foot to spare. She accelerated hard, pulling the following car with her. Another
corner loomed, and as the van braked and darted around it, Mercedes stomped on the brakes,
hard, for a few hundredths of a second, before accelerating with every bit of the 580 horsepower
the V-12 engine could produce, turning as she did so.
The maneuver worked perfectly. The police car's braking capabilities were nowhere near
those of the exotic sportscar, and it failed to make the turn. Better yet, the three other cars that
had been following closely behind slammed into the unfortunate car in a chain reaction. Scratch
four more pursuers. Only a few left to go.
Back in the van, Harm was watching his cousin's display with amazement. He knew she
could drive, but damn! She was pulling maneuvers like she was in a dogfight. Even Clay had
noticed how relatively easily CD was handling their pursuers...and beginning to feel a bit foolish
for not accepting her help.
Inside the Murcielago, Mercedes was having a blast. She'd never thought too highly of Italian
sportscars, but Lamborghini had really outdone themselves this time. Powerful and responsive,
the car enticed her to let go with a side of herself that hadn't been seen since the crash. At 5'
10", her lithe frame fit in the seat like they'd been made for each other. She could feel the
tingling thrum of the engine vibrating through her body, coming from the pedals, the wheel, the
gearshift, everything. She felt more alive than she had in years.
She glanced in the rearview mirror, spotting the five remaining cars in pursuit. A slow, wicked
smile spread across her lips as she recalled some dialogue from a movie, repeating it out loud. "I
can't shoot this sonofabitch; let's see if we can have a little fun with 'em."
TBC....