Five cars. That was all that stood between they and a clean escape.
Mercedes took a few second to weigh her options, even as the pursuit moved on to
a wide, four-lane road. Trying to recall some of her more aggressive
competitors' tactics, Mercedes grinned, recalling one fellow in particular.
"Time to make the doughnuts!" she announced. Her proclamation was accompanied by
hard braking, a sharp turn, and a couple of quick shifts.
The trio in the van watched in horror as the Lamborghini spun wildly,
causing the two closest pursuers to dive off the road in an effort to avoid the
car. Both ended up in roadside ditches; one right side up, the other upside
down. Then, amazingly, the sportscar recovered without the least problem. "She
was in control the whole time," Mac breathed in amazement.
Harm couldn't stop grinning. "That's my cousin for ya."
The remaining three cars were tired of playing games, however. Windows
were lowered, and all tried to take out the tires of the Murcielago.
"Shit!" Mercedes cursed, swerving the car wildly to dodge the gunfire.
Risky driving was one thing; being shot at was quite another. Time to quit
screwing around.
Carefully, she backed off just enough to let two of the three cars pull
even with her. She was going to have to take a chance with this one. She
watched the two carefully, even as both scrambled to line up a shot at her.
Just as both cars finally got ready to shoot, she stomped on the brakes.
The shots went wild; rather than hitting Mercedes or the car, they sliced
through the flimsy bodies of the Russian cars and into their passengers. As
both swerved off wildly, the final car collided with the now-stationary
Lamborghini. Mercedes was braced for the impact, releasing the wheel to prevent
it snapping her hands and wrists.
The police car slammed into the Murcielago, crumpling into a mass of
crushed metal. Bits of plastic and fiberglass went flying as the rear of the
Lamborghini crumpled, but only slightly. Mercedes's gamble had paid off, and
the superior body of the Italian sportscar withstood the impact enough to leave
the car drivable.
Mercedes glanced in the rearview mirror, making sure the last car was going
nowhere. Then, with a natural ease, shifted the Murcielago back into gear, the
engine still purring like a contented tiger as she caught up with the van.
************************************************************************
Unknown location-Abandoned farm
Southwest of Yekaterinburg
Two hours later
Clay slowly pulled the van to a stop, then watched Mercedes do the same with
the damaged Lamborghini. Mac gave the still injured Harm an assist out of the
van, although they both had a bit of difficulty, since they were both still
cuffed.
Webb mentally cursed for not remembering to take care of that earlier. "Come
here, you two, and hold still," he ordered tersely, again removing a couple of
needle files that made short work of the cuffs.
All three turned around to see the driver's door of the Lamborghini angle
itself upward, as Mercedes undid the belt and gracefully stepped out of the car.
Harm and Mac watched as her eyes fixed on Webb like a heat-seeking missile on to
a jet exhaust.
Webb knew he was in for it, but tried to placate her anyway as she strode
towards him. "Mercedes, please, just listen--"
Not a bit of motion was wasted as in one smooth motion, CD approached Webb
and sent him reeling with a sucker punch worthy of James T. Kirk. He stumbled
backward, landing flat on his ass in the dirt. "You.... you.... Dummkopf!
Trottel!! Vollidiot!!" She raged, leaving no doubt in anyone's mind that she was
beyond livid. "You drugged me up and DITCHED me!! Arschloch!! You never had
any intention of listening to me! I *told* you you would need my driving kills,
but did you listen? Of course not! That would mean you had some sense! Lieber
Gott, I can't believe I actually trusted you!" She accused, pointing at him.
"And worse yet, I *slept* with you!! Lieber Gott! " she swore, before stomping
off.
Webb slowly struggled to his feet, still trying to comprehend what had
happened. "Sorry about that," he got out as he turned to Harm and Mac...
And promptly found himself knocked soundly on his ass again, courtesy of
Mercedes's cousin.
TBC.....
Mercedes took a few second to weigh her options, even as the pursuit moved on to
a wide, four-lane road. Trying to recall some of her more aggressive
competitors' tactics, Mercedes grinned, recalling one fellow in particular.
"Time to make the doughnuts!" she announced. Her proclamation was accompanied by
hard braking, a sharp turn, and a couple of quick shifts.
The trio in the van watched in horror as the Lamborghini spun wildly,
causing the two closest pursuers to dive off the road in an effort to avoid the
car. Both ended up in roadside ditches; one right side up, the other upside
down. Then, amazingly, the sportscar recovered without the least problem. "She
was in control the whole time," Mac breathed in amazement.
Harm couldn't stop grinning. "That's my cousin for ya."
The remaining three cars were tired of playing games, however. Windows
were lowered, and all tried to take out the tires of the Murcielago.
"Shit!" Mercedes cursed, swerving the car wildly to dodge the gunfire.
Risky driving was one thing; being shot at was quite another. Time to quit
screwing around.
Carefully, she backed off just enough to let two of the three cars pull
even with her. She was going to have to take a chance with this one. She
watched the two carefully, even as both scrambled to line up a shot at her.
Just as both cars finally got ready to shoot, she stomped on the brakes.
The shots went wild; rather than hitting Mercedes or the car, they sliced
through the flimsy bodies of the Russian cars and into their passengers. As
both swerved off wildly, the final car collided with the now-stationary
Lamborghini. Mercedes was braced for the impact, releasing the wheel to prevent
it snapping her hands and wrists.
The police car slammed into the Murcielago, crumpling into a mass of
crushed metal. Bits of plastic and fiberglass went flying as the rear of the
Lamborghini crumpled, but only slightly. Mercedes's gamble had paid off, and
the superior body of the Italian sportscar withstood the impact enough to leave
the car drivable.
Mercedes glanced in the rearview mirror, making sure the last car was going
nowhere. Then, with a natural ease, shifted the Murcielago back into gear, the
engine still purring like a contented tiger as she caught up with the van.
************************************************************************
Unknown location-Abandoned farm
Southwest of Yekaterinburg
Two hours later
Clay slowly pulled the van to a stop, then watched Mercedes do the same with
the damaged Lamborghini. Mac gave the still injured Harm an assist out of the
van, although they both had a bit of difficulty, since they were both still
cuffed.
Webb mentally cursed for not remembering to take care of that earlier. "Come
here, you two, and hold still," he ordered tersely, again removing a couple of
needle files that made short work of the cuffs.
All three turned around to see the driver's door of the Lamborghini angle
itself upward, as Mercedes undid the belt and gracefully stepped out of the car.
Harm and Mac watched as her eyes fixed on Webb like a heat-seeking missile on to
a jet exhaust.
Webb knew he was in for it, but tried to placate her anyway as she strode
towards him. "Mercedes, please, just listen--"
Not a bit of motion was wasted as in one smooth motion, CD approached Webb
and sent him reeling with a sucker punch worthy of James T. Kirk. He stumbled
backward, landing flat on his ass in the dirt. "You.... you.... Dummkopf!
Trottel!! Vollidiot!!" She raged, leaving no doubt in anyone's mind that she was
beyond livid. "You drugged me up and DITCHED me!! Arschloch!! You never had
any intention of listening to me! I *told* you you would need my driving kills,
but did you listen? Of course not! That would mean you had some sense! Lieber
Gott, I can't believe I actually trusted you!" She accused, pointing at him.
"And worse yet, I *slept* with you!! Lieber Gott! " she swore, before stomping
off.
Webb slowly struggled to his feet, still trying to comprehend what had
happened. "Sorry about that," he got out as he turned to Harm and Mac...
And promptly found himself knocked soundly on his ass again, courtesy of
Mercedes's cousin.
TBC.....