Chapter 10: The Chase
AN: Well, here it is. The big tomalley, the grand slam, the skin boat to tuna town, need I go on? Well, this is it. The most exiting chase in all Perfect Dark. For now, anyway. I'm sure someone will out do mine some day. (Sniff.) And a note to one of my reviewers, this is my version of one of the best parts of A View To A Kill (1985, Roger Moore as James Bond 007.) as is the finale so everyone can now either stop reading, keep reading or throw pies in my face. I must ask you to keep the latter to a minimum, as I have a date tonight. (NOT!!)
Nathan carried Joanna's limp body out onto the roof of the burning City Hall. He immediately spotted a ladder that must've led to the ground. They must have responded with the older fire engines. The new ones floated right up to the top, but still any help was better than none. He began to climb down the ladder, but slipped in the middle rung. He fell about two steps but regained his balance after a collective gasp from the crowd below. He climbed to the bottom to the awaiting arms of the firefighters. They helped them down and placed Joanna near the parked fire engine. "Joanna," Nathan said, shaking her. "Joanna, you're all right now," Joanna coughed and opened her eyes. Then, one of the policemen came barging through the crowd. "Hey!" He called "I wanna talk to you!" Joanna noticed his rank, and stood. "Captain," She said. "If you can get through to Howe's office, you'll find him dead." "Yeah, we found him." The chief said grimly and drew a Falcon 2 in an evidence bag. "And we found this gun. This yours?" "Yes, thanks." Joanna reached out for it, but the chief spun her around in order to slap on a pair of handcuffs. "Do you even know who I am?" Joanna said, before he got out the cuffs. "No," The chief said. "And why would I care?" Joanna turned and introduced herself. "My name is Joanna Dark. I work for the Carrington Institute." "You do?" The chief said. "And I'm Dick Tracy. You're still under arrest." Joanna showered him from the hose and her and Nathan ran into the fire engine and took off. The men scrambled and began to give chase. At a spine crushing turn, the rear end gave way and nearly keeled over. "I'm going out there," Joanna said. "Take the wheel." "I'm not going to let you do this!" Nathan caught her arm. He'd no idea what he was doing this for, but he was. Maybe it was because he'd been single for... let's see...one, two... Christ! Over a year now! The last one left when she was caught in Gulag and cast out into the cold. "You saved my life." Joanna said. "I'll be a minute, I'm just going to put on the autopilot for the rear." She got out and climbed onto the folded ladder. Behind her, she suddenly heard a yell. Connor charged at her with an axe. Joanna caught it, drove it up into his nose and flipped him over her shoulder. He landed hard, but kicked Joanna in the face as she ran for him. He got up again and lashed out. Joanna caught the axe again, daring not to look down at the black seemingly endless pit that was the ground a mile or so away. Connor executed a magnificent judo throw and Joanna landed hard near the back. Connor faced her on the ladder. His hair was matted, and his eyes were that of a rabid animal released from its cage. He suddenly laughed as he clutched the axe with manic devotion. "Remember when the Skedar last attacked?" He laughed. "The restaurant? Those weren't Skedar! That was my team and I fired the shot that killed your husband. Now you can join him!!" He swung the axe down and hit what would have been Joanna. She rolled off the end of the ladder and cling to the side. The sharpened part of the ladder clanged down on the metal and hit the lock that kept the ladder in place. Joanna cried out as it unfolded and swung out into traffic, suspended above the ground that seemed to never end. In his peripheral vision, Nathan saw Joanna out. He gaped at her. "Turn!" Joanna yelled at him as Connor swung his axe and cut into her leg in a fine scratch. Nathan turned the wheel hard over, but Joanna sung out further into traffic. "Not this way!!!" Joanna motioned with her head. "That way!!!" "Holy shit!!!" Nathan said in half a breath as he swung the wheel the other way. The part of the ladder furthest out from the engine hit a passing car and in response, the ladder swung over to the other side, Joanna clinging to the underside of the ladder for dear life. Nathan watched her swing over until she yelled out "Swing me back!"
Nathan did as he was told and the ladder crashed into a skyscraper. Connor fell off and landed in the rubble. Four loud cracks from a DY357 rang out and in reply, the four metal slugs ran out in symphony on the rungs. Joanna managed to get the ladder back into place and touched the red tie in button for the end part. She clambered back to the cab using her knowledge of tree climbing from her childhood. She retrieved the wheel from Nathan and began at breakneck speed down the way. Then as if on cue, the anti gravity units cut out and the engine fell onto the roof of a small building. That was why this brand of fire engine was retired, faulty anti-grav units. Up ahead, the roof slanted up and the engine flew out, without momentum. Then, the anti grav units cut back in and the fire engine came up again, right through an old cable car track where two cars were about to converge. The fire engine sailed through, but the back end was cut off and the front continued on. "Thank God for front wheel drive." Joanna smirked as they watched the chasing police cars stop at the intersection. But the police were the least of Joanna's worries right now. They had to get to the peace conference and stop the threat of Connor's faction. This was certainly easier to be said than to be done.
End of Chapter.
Well, that was it. I hope you enjoyed it. Please tell me how it was and you can continue reading or stop reading. And in a note to Peachrocks, May Day will be compensated for later.
AN: Well, here it is. The big tomalley, the grand slam, the skin boat to tuna town, need I go on? Well, this is it. The most exiting chase in all Perfect Dark. For now, anyway. I'm sure someone will out do mine some day. (Sniff.) And a note to one of my reviewers, this is my version of one of the best parts of A View To A Kill (1985, Roger Moore as James Bond 007.) as is the finale so everyone can now either stop reading, keep reading or throw pies in my face. I must ask you to keep the latter to a minimum, as I have a date tonight. (NOT!!)
Nathan carried Joanna's limp body out onto the roof of the burning City Hall. He immediately spotted a ladder that must've led to the ground. They must have responded with the older fire engines. The new ones floated right up to the top, but still any help was better than none. He began to climb down the ladder, but slipped in the middle rung. He fell about two steps but regained his balance after a collective gasp from the crowd below. He climbed to the bottom to the awaiting arms of the firefighters. They helped them down and placed Joanna near the parked fire engine. "Joanna," Nathan said, shaking her. "Joanna, you're all right now," Joanna coughed and opened her eyes. Then, one of the policemen came barging through the crowd. "Hey!" He called "I wanna talk to you!" Joanna noticed his rank, and stood. "Captain," She said. "If you can get through to Howe's office, you'll find him dead." "Yeah, we found him." The chief said grimly and drew a Falcon 2 in an evidence bag. "And we found this gun. This yours?" "Yes, thanks." Joanna reached out for it, but the chief spun her around in order to slap on a pair of handcuffs. "Do you even know who I am?" Joanna said, before he got out the cuffs. "No," The chief said. "And why would I care?" Joanna turned and introduced herself. "My name is Joanna Dark. I work for the Carrington Institute." "You do?" The chief said. "And I'm Dick Tracy. You're still under arrest." Joanna showered him from the hose and her and Nathan ran into the fire engine and took off. The men scrambled and began to give chase. At a spine crushing turn, the rear end gave way and nearly keeled over. "I'm going out there," Joanna said. "Take the wheel." "I'm not going to let you do this!" Nathan caught her arm. He'd no idea what he was doing this for, but he was. Maybe it was because he'd been single for... let's see...one, two... Christ! Over a year now! The last one left when she was caught in Gulag and cast out into the cold. "You saved my life." Joanna said. "I'll be a minute, I'm just going to put on the autopilot for the rear." She got out and climbed onto the folded ladder. Behind her, she suddenly heard a yell. Connor charged at her with an axe. Joanna caught it, drove it up into his nose and flipped him over her shoulder. He landed hard, but kicked Joanna in the face as she ran for him. He got up again and lashed out. Joanna caught the axe again, daring not to look down at the black seemingly endless pit that was the ground a mile or so away. Connor executed a magnificent judo throw and Joanna landed hard near the back. Connor faced her on the ladder. His hair was matted, and his eyes were that of a rabid animal released from its cage. He suddenly laughed as he clutched the axe with manic devotion. "Remember when the Skedar last attacked?" He laughed. "The restaurant? Those weren't Skedar! That was my team and I fired the shot that killed your husband. Now you can join him!!" He swung the axe down and hit what would have been Joanna. She rolled off the end of the ladder and cling to the side. The sharpened part of the ladder clanged down on the metal and hit the lock that kept the ladder in place. Joanna cried out as it unfolded and swung out into traffic, suspended above the ground that seemed to never end. In his peripheral vision, Nathan saw Joanna out. He gaped at her. "Turn!" Joanna yelled at him as Connor swung his axe and cut into her leg in a fine scratch. Nathan turned the wheel hard over, but Joanna sung out further into traffic. "Not this way!!!" Joanna motioned with her head. "That way!!!" "Holy shit!!!" Nathan said in half a breath as he swung the wheel the other way. The part of the ladder furthest out from the engine hit a passing car and in response, the ladder swung over to the other side, Joanna clinging to the underside of the ladder for dear life. Nathan watched her swing over until she yelled out "Swing me back!"
Nathan did as he was told and the ladder crashed into a skyscraper. Connor fell off and landed in the rubble. Four loud cracks from a DY357 rang out and in reply, the four metal slugs ran out in symphony on the rungs. Joanna managed to get the ladder back into place and touched the red tie in button for the end part. She clambered back to the cab using her knowledge of tree climbing from her childhood. She retrieved the wheel from Nathan and began at breakneck speed down the way. Then as if on cue, the anti gravity units cut out and the engine fell onto the roof of a small building. That was why this brand of fire engine was retired, faulty anti-grav units. Up ahead, the roof slanted up and the engine flew out, without momentum. Then, the anti grav units cut back in and the fire engine came up again, right through an old cable car track where two cars were about to converge. The fire engine sailed through, but the back end was cut off and the front continued on. "Thank God for front wheel drive." Joanna smirked as they watched the chasing police cars stop at the intersection. But the police were the least of Joanna's worries right now. They had to get to the peace conference and stop the threat of Connor's faction. This was certainly easier to be said than to be done.
End of Chapter.
Well, that was it. I hope you enjoyed it. Please tell me how it was and you can continue reading or stop reading. And in a note to Peachrocks, May Day will be compensated for later.