"I don't see it yet." Liz declared, scanning Union Drive Street from the passenger side of their brand-new, gold, Mercedes Benz. The traffic, while congested earlier, had now lightened a little.
"I know. We've been sitting here all day and haven't seen shit. For all we know, it's already passed us." Dan said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
"We're going to sit here all day if we need to. I need that three hundred thousand. I've got debts to clear up." She said.
Dan nodded his agreement as he leaned forward in the driver's seat, "Yeah, I need a new car anyway . . . Hey, do you think they'll let me keep this one?"
"Maybe . . . it's way better than that old pre-historic car you had." She said, hoping to get a rise out of him and break up the monotony of watching cars drive by.
"What did you say?"
"You know, that old, black hunk-of-junk."
Dan turned his head in disbelief towards her. "That car was in mint condition. It was also a cherry, V-8, 1964 Impala SS," He said matter-of- factly," Shows how much you know about cars. I guess you'd prefer to drive an Esperanto."
"That's interesting, considering I know more about cars than you'll ever hope to know." She said, picking at her fingernails.
"Yeah . . . right." Dan said with a snort.
"No, really."
"Okay . . . then you should know the EXACT time it takes for fuel to reach the engine." He challenged.
"What kind of car are we talking about? Is it a sports car or a truck or what?" She asked.
"Quit stalling, you don't know." Dan said as a smirk slowly formed across his face.
"I'm not stalling. I need to know what kind of car it is. See, it all depends on the width of the fuel hose and the pressure behind it. If it's a 4mm, then it'll take about .4069 seconds. If it uses a 6mm, then it'll take .578 . . . 1 seconds." Liz explained nonchalantly as Dan looked at her, his jaw open.
She looked at him, amused at his stunned expression. "Surprised?" She asked.
"How did you know that?"
"My dad was a mechanic. Learned all I know from him," Liz said, "Besides, you don't need to be a genius to read an owner's repair manual."
Satisfied by her response, Dan stretched, tired from sitting in a car all day, regardless of how comfortable the seats were. Sitting in the passenger seat, Liz yawned and looked through the rolled down window. People from all walks of life busily walked by on the gum-laden sidewalks. Some were entering the businesses, which were the usual for this part of Liberty City. Seedy restaurants, adult bookstores, and run-down strip clubs lined the streets. Scanning the streets, her green eyes sighted a hotdog vendor. The stubby man peddled his steamed hotdogs loudly as he pushed his cart down the sidewalk, making himself available for potential customers. Watching the cart, she suddenly realized that she hadn't eaten since yesterday.
"I'm getting some food," She said abruptly, opening the door.
"Hey, get me something too." Dan said as she exited the vehicle.
Liz turned on her heels and stuck her open hand through the window.
"What?" He asked, looking at her outstretched hand.
She just looked at him, her hand still out.
"What . . . oh, come on . . . " He said, not wanting to hand over any of his money.
"Just give me some. In a few hours, you'll be three hundred grand richer, so it doesn't matter." She said.
Dan grudgingly pulled out his wallet and slapped a twenty-dollar bill into her waiting hand. He leaned back in his seat, staring at the empty wallet in his hand. Sighing, Dan stared through the tinted window, hoping to catch a glimpse of the truck.
"I gotta get out of here." He said to himself as he opened the door and stepped out onto the street.
Dan stretched and sat down on the hood of the Benz, looking for the truck.
"Wow, is this your car?" A voice said from behind Dan.
Dan spun around and saw a not too bad-looking woman, eyeing the car.
"Yes. Yes it is." He replied, walking over to her.
She smiled and played with her long black hair.
"It's a Mercedes, right?" She asked, "Looks expensive."
"Yep. Brand-new. I bought it today." Dan said.
The woman ran her hand along the curve of the front end.
"I love these cars," She said, looking at him mischievously, "I think they're so...sexy."
"Yeah? Well, how 'bout I show you the back seat?" He said, getting in close.
"What the hell is going on here?!" An all too familiar voice asked them.
Dan turned his head and saw Liz, holding an armful of hotdogs.
"And who are you?" The woman asked Liz.
"I'm his wife! Who the hell are you?" She asked, putting on an angry face.
Dan was standing behind the brunette, making wild signals for Liz to stop, while they argued.
"Now get the fuck away from my husband! Slut!" Liz yelled, starting towards her.
The woman quickly turned around on her heels and scampered down the congested sidewalk, which was filled with dozens of people who were watching the fiasco. As soon as the woman was out of earshot, Liz started to crack up. Dan stood there, listening to her laugh.
"Why did you do that?! I almost had her! Fuck..." Dan cried, kicking the Benz's tires.
"How 'bout I show you the back seat?" She said, mocking him, as she laughed even harder.
"Haha. Real funny...but I know why you really did that." He said.
Liz slowly stopped laughing. "Why?" She asked, calming down.
"Because...you're jealous!" He accused.
Her eyes shot open.
"What?! I'm jealous?!" She cried," I'm sorry, I don't find stupid apes attractive."
Dan was about to retort, when by chance, his eyes grazed the side mirrors of the car and he saw a brown truck with a Triad insignia on the side, stopped at an intersection, coming their way.
"The truck!" Dan yelled, pointing to it.
Liz spun and saw the brown truck leave the intersection.
"Come on! Let's go!" He yelled as they got into the car, abandoning the hotdogs on the sidewalk.
They watched the truck speed by as Dan turned the key. The V-8 roared as he put it into gear and pulled away from the curb in pursuit of the truck.
"Go! Go! It's getting away!" Liz yelled.
"I know, I know! Leave me alone!"
The Benz sped up and passed a small hatchback. The truck was still two cars up. Dan got into the same lane as the truck.
"How are we going to steal it?"
Dan thought for a minute before he answered.
"What streets intersect Main?"
"...um, 45th, Kedzie, 47th, 6th avenue, and Peachgrove. We're about to stop at 47th." She answered.
"Which intersection is after this one?"
"...Peachgrove."
Dan nodded as he swerved sharply to the right at the intersection of Main and 47th. The brown truck stopped at the red light.
"What the hell are you doing?! Follow the truck!" Liz yelled.
"I'm going to cut it off at the next intersection on Main and Peachgrove." He said, speeding up the street.
The Benz roared up the street, weaving in and out of traffic on the 6- lane street. Dan narrowly dodged a van as the light turned yellow at the intersection. He floored it and turned left, applying the handbrake as he turned. The tires squealed as they fishtailed into the intersection. Straightening out, they continued on their way to the next intersection. Liz turned her head to the driver's side and caught a fleeting glimpse, in between two buildings, of the truck slightly ahead of them.
"Come on, go faster! It's ahead of us!" She yelled, pounding on his shoulder.
"Stop it! Cut it out! Damn!" He yelled back, blocking her attacks, while trying to drive at the same time.
Dan stomped on the accelerator and propelled the vehicle in between two cars. Sparks flew as the side of the Benz scraped with the other two cars. The final intersection was up ahead, coming up fast. The light just turned red.
"Hold on!" Dan said as they sped into the intersection. The car screeched to the left again and was about to exit the intersection, when a blue minivan clipped the back end of the Benz, sending the car into a 360. Dan frantically pulled at the wheel, trying to straighten it out. He succeeded as the car straightened out as they sped up towards the intersection where Main and Peachgrove crossed. Sparks flew out from behind the Benz as a muffler dangled behind it, scraping the asphalt.
"Come on..." He said to himself, speeding towards the Peachgrove and Main.
The car, all smashed up, entered the intersection and screeched to a halt, smoke pouring from the wheel wells. Immediately after it stopped, blocking traffic, the sound of horns and obscenities filled the air.
"There it is." Dan said, pointing to the brown truck beeping wildly at them.
"Let's go." Liz replied, pulling a handgun from her purse.
Dan nodded and got out of the dented vehicle and ran to the driver's side of the brown truck. Liz quickly followed suit, her heels clicking on the asphalt, as she went to the passenger's side.
"Get the fuck out of the way, asshole!" The driver yelled, giving him the finger.
"Get out of the truck, now!" Dan shouted as he drew his Beretta and pointed the gun at the pasty, fat driver.
The driver, seeing him pull the gun, ducked and quickly reached under his seat, extracting a small 9mm Uzi submachine gun.
"Oh, shit..." Dan said as he ducked, avoiding a short burst from the Uzi. The bullets slammed into the pavement, sending bits of pavement into the air.
Liz saw the driver pull a gun and fire on Dan. Quickly, she raised her .45 and pulled the slide back, chambering a round. Running up to the window, she stuck her arm through and fired three shots. The sharp report of the pistol echoed throughout the truck as the slugs hit the driver, splattering the interior crimson-red. Dan got up and was the driver's dead body slump against the door. He ran to the door and opened it, the body falling out onto the street. He saw Liz already sitting there.
"We gotta get out of here!" She said, wiping down the seats.
"Right. Thanks for the..." He said, motioning at the dead driver sprawled out on the street.
"No problem, but hurry up."
Dan quickly got in and turned the ignition. Working the clutch, he went into first gear and maneuvered around the damaged Benz. He changed gears and continued down Main Street.
"Where do we deliver this?" Dan asked.
Liz looked for the photo of the truck.
"I can't find the picture." She said, searching for it.
"What picture?"
"You know...the picture that Don Carlos gave to you. It was the picture of this truck and it had the delivery address on the back."
"Damn...here, hold the wheel." He said.
Liz leaned over and grasped the wheel, while Dan searched his pockets.
"Ah, here we go." He said, extracting a folded photo, "626 Ferdrove Street."
"Ferdrove...that's all the way on Staunton Island." She said as she sat back in her seat, Dan grabbing the wheel once more.
"Guess we gotta take the bridge." Dan said as he turned left.
The truck lurched left at the intersection and continued down the busy street in the direction of the Liberty City Bridge. Liz glanced at the digital clock on the dashboard.
"The bridge should be going up sometime soon." She said, brushing long strands of blonde hair out of her face.
Dan went into fifth gear and drastically increased his speed, outdriving most of the cars on the street.
"Whoa, slow down." Liz said, tightening her seat belt.
"I'm not waiting in line for half-an-hour, while some boats go under the bridge."
"Listen, I'm not kidding," she said, with a threatening tone of voice," The last thing we want is to get pulled over."
As if on cue, red and blue lights began to flash as a police siren filled the air.
"Shit..." Dan muttered as he looked into his rear view mirror and spotted a patrol car signaling for them to pull over.
"Great...now what are we supposed to do?" Liz said.
"Don't worry. I'll think of something..." He said.
"Don't worry? In case you haven't noticed, the back of this truck is filled to the brim with Cocaine!" She cried frantically.
"PULL OVER!" The police officer exclaimed over his bullhorn.
Dan worked the clutch as the truck moved into sixth gear and rapidly approached the bridge. The police car also sped up and rammed into the back of the truck. The vehicle lurched forward and into the opposite lane of traffic. Cars beeped loudly as they passed, narrowly missing the out-of- control truck.
"Son of a..." He said right before an eighteen wheeler barreled towards them, blowing it's horn wildly. Liz screamed as Dan spun the wheel to the left. The truck swerved out of the way, just as the semi tore through the space where they where.
"Holy shit!" Liz shouted as Dan drove straight onto the sidewalk.
The brown truck roared as they sped along, pedestrians leaping out of harm's way.
"Get outta the way!" Dan yelled, honking his horn.
"On the road! Get back on the fuckin' road!" She yelled to Dan.
"I can't!" He yelled back, trying to cross back onto the right side of the road.
The truck approached an outdoor café with many people enjoying a cup of coffee. Dan punched the wheel, honking the horn. The people looked up from their conversations and coffee only to see a large truck coming straight at them. The people screamed as it crashed through, sending chairs and tables flying into the air.
"Move! Get the fuck outta the way!" Dan yelled again, as the truck slammed into a pedestrian, sending him high into the air.
He saw the people scurry like mice out of the way as the truck left the café in shambles. Broken tables and chairs littered the sidewalk and road. Seeing an opening in traffic, Dan turned the wheel to the right and crossed over to the right lane of traffic. Liz looked behind them but saw no sign of the cop.
"The cop...he's gone." She said, taking a deep breath.
Dan risked a quick look into the mirrors, "Where'd he go?"
"I don't know...I guess we lost him."
Dan turned right at the next intersection. Suddenly, a police roadblock came into view. He looked behind him and saw more patrol cars swerve in from behind.
"What do we do?!" Dan yelled, approaching the roadblock.
"...I don't know! Go through it, I guess!" Liz shouted back.
BLAM!!
The sudden noise came from an officer's handgun. The bullet left the officer's handgun and entered the front windshield of the truck, lodging itself right next to Dan's head.
"Sht!" Dan yelled as he ducked.
Another burst of gunfire erupted from the roadblock. This time the bullets made numerous holes in the hood of the truck. Liz ducked her head, trying to cover herself. As she went down, she saw the Uzi that the driver had used earlier. Quickly, she reached down and grabbed the Uzi.
"Hey!" He said, looking down at her," What are you doing?"
Liz stuck the Uzi out the passenger side window and pulled the trigger, holding it down. The gun rumbled as brass shell casings streamed out of the rapidly moving chamber. The officers ducked as glass and shattered metal showered them.
"Hold on!" Dan yelled as the truck slammed into the roadblock, creating a thunderous smashing sound.
They hit in between two patrol cars, sending them spinning into the other parked cop cars. The truck lurched violently into a row of parking meters after being clipped by a spinning patrol car. Dan swore as the meters were ripped from the sidewalk, smashing into the front windshield, cracking it. Quickly, he turned the wheel right. The truck hit one more meter before it screeched back onto the quarter-filled street.
"Now what?!" Liz asked over the constant wailing of the police sirens.
"I don't know...head for the bridge."
They streaked towards the bridge connecting Portland to Staunton Island. One of the patrol cars maneuvered up next to the truck and set itself up, attempting to ram it. Dan saw it pull up on his side, so he drew his Beretta and fired out the window at the cop car next to them. The sharp staccato of the gun echoed in the truck as a bullet punctured the front- right tire. The officer lost control and veered into oncoming traffic, smashing head-on into a pick up truck. Liz watched as the driver of the truck was catapulted through the windshield, onto the street, making a bloody mess. They continued to the bridge, which was rapidly coming into sight. The wave of patrol cars behind them suddenly slowed down.
"Why'd they slow down?" Liz asked, turning around to look.
"That's why!" Dan said, pointing his finger forward at the bridge.
Liz looked ahead and saw the bridge slowly rising up, with a line of boats waiting to pass underneath. Dan floored it and moved the truck into sixth gear.
"What in the hell do you think you're doing?!" Liz cried.
The brown truck sped along the rising bridge.
"We can make it...I know we can!" He said, aiming the truck for the rapidly widening gap in the bridge.
Liz screamed as the truck launched over the crest of the bridge and into the air.
"I know. We've been sitting here all day and haven't seen shit. For all we know, it's already passed us." Dan said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
"We're going to sit here all day if we need to. I need that three hundred thousand. I've got debts to clear up." She said.
Dan nodded his agreement as he leaned forward in the driver's seat, "Yeah, I need a new car anyway . . . Hey, do you think they'll let me keep this one?"
"Maybe . . . it's way better than that old pre-historic car you had." She said, hoping to get a rise out of him and break up the monotony of watching cars drive by.
"What did you say?"
"You know, that old, black hunk-of-junk."
Dan turned his head in disbelief towards her. "That car was in mint condition. It was also a cherry, V-8, 1964 Impala SS," He said matter-of- factly," Shows how much you know about cars. I guess you'd prefer to drive an Esperanto."
"That's interesting, considering I know more about cars than you'll ever hope to know." She said, picking at her fingernails.
"Yeah . . . right." Dan said with a snort.
"No, really."
"Okay . . . then you should know the EXACT time it takes for fuel to reach the engine." He challenged.
"What kind of car are we talking about? Is it a sports car or a truck or what?" She asked.
"Quit stalling, you don't know." Dan said as a smirk slowly formed across his face.
"I'm not stalling. I need to know what kind of car it is. See, it all depends on the width of the fuel hose and the pressure behind it. If it's a 4mm, then it'll take about .4069 seconds. If it uses a 6mm, then it'll take .578 . . . 1 seconds." Liz explained nonchalantly as Dan looked at her, his jaw open.
She looked at him, amused at his stunned expression. "Surprised?" She asked.
"How did you know that?"
"My dad was a mechanic. Learned all I know from him," Liz said, "Besides, you don't need to be a genius to read an owner's repair manual."
Satisfied by her response, Dan stretched, tired from sitting in a car all day, regardless of how comfortable the seats were. Sitting in the passenger seat, Liz yawned and looked through the rolled down window. People from all walks of life busily walked by on the gum-laden sidewalks. Some were entering the businesses, which were the usual for this part of Liberty City. Seedy restaurants, adult bookstores, and run-down strip clubs lined the streets. Scanning the streets, her green eyes sighted a hotdog vendor. The stubby man peddled his steamed hotdogs loudly as he pushed his cart down the sidewalk, making himself available for potential customers. Watching the cart, she suddenly realized that she hadn't eaten since yesterday.
"I'm getting some food," She said abruptly, opening the door.
"Hey, get me something too." Dan said as she exited the vehicle.
Liz turned on her heels and stuck her open hand through the window.
"What?" He asked, looking at her outstretched hand.
She just looked at him, her hand still out.
"What . . . oh, come on . . . " He said, not wanting to hand over any of his money.
"Just give me some. In a few hours, you'll be three hundred grand richer, so it doesn't matter." She said.
Dan grudgingly pulled out his wallet and slapped a twenty-dollar bill into her waiting hand. He leaned back in his seat, staring at the empty wallet in his hand. Sighing, Dan stared through the tinted window, hoping to catch a glimpse of the truck.
"I gotta get out of here." He said to himself as he opened the door and stepped out onto the street.
Dan stretched and sat down on the hood of the Benz, looking for the truck.
"Wow, is this your car?" A voice said from behind Dan.
Dan spun around and saw a not too bad-looking woman, eyeing the car.
"Yes. Yes it is." He replied, walking over to her.
She smiled and played with her long black hair.
"It's a Mercedes, right?" She asked, "Looks expensive."
"Yep. Brand-new. I bought it today." Dan said.
The woman ran her hand along the curve of the front end.
"I love these cars," She said, looking at him mischievously, "I think they're so...sexy."
"Yeah? Well, how 'bout I show you the back seat?" He said, getting in close.
"What the hell is going on here?!" An all too familiar voice asked them.
Dan turned his head and saw Liz, holding an armful of hotdogs.
"And who are you?" The woman asked Liz.
"I'm his wife! Who the hell are you?" She asked, putting on an angry face.
Dan was standing behind the brunette, making wild signals for Liz to stop, while they argued.
"Now get the fuck away from my husband! Slut!" Liz yelled, starting towards her.
The woman quickly turned around on her heels and scampered down the congested sidewalk, which was filled with dozens of people who were watching the fiasco. As soon as the woman was out of earshot, Liz started to crack up. Dan stood there, listening to her laugh.
"Why did you do that?! I almost had her! Fuck..." Dan cried, kicking the Benz's tires.
"How 'bout I show you the back seat?" She said, mocking him, as she laughed even harder.
"Haha. Real funny...but I know why you really did that." He said.
Liz slowly stopped laughing. "Why?" She asked, calming down.
"Because...you're jealous!" He accused.
Her eyes shot open.
"What?! I'm jealous?!" She cried," I'm sorry, I don't find stupid apes attractive."
Dan was about to retort, when by chance, his eyes grazed the side mirrors of the car and he saw a brown truck with a Triad insignia on the side, stopped at an intersection, coming their way.
"The truck!" Dan yelled, pointing to it.
Liz spun and saw the brown truck leave the intersection.
"Come on! Let's go!" He yelled as they got into the car, abandoning the hotdogs on the sidewalk.
They watched the truck speed by as Dan turned the key. The V-8 roared as he put it into gear and pulled away from the curb in pursuit of the truck.
"Go! Go! It's getting away!" Liz yelled.
"I know, I know! Leave me alone!"
The Benz sped up and passed a small hatchback. The truck was still two cars up. Dan got into the same lane as the truck.
"How are we going to steal it?"
Dan thought for a minute before he answered.
"What streets intersect Main?"
"...um, 45th, Kedzie, 47th, 6th avenue, and Peachgrove. We're about to stop at 47th." She answered.
"Which intersection is after this one?"
"...Peachgrove."
Dan nodded as he swerved sharply to the right at the intersection of Main and 47th. The brown truck stopped at the red light.
"What the hell are you doing?! Follow the truck!" Liz yelled.
"I'm going to cut it off at the next intersection on Main and Peachgrove." He said, speeding up the street.
The Benz roared up the street, weaving in and out of traffic on the 6- lane street. Dan narrowly dodged a van as the light turned yellow at the intersection. He floored it and turned left, applying the handbrake as he turned. The tires squealed as they fishtailed into the intersection. Straightening out, they continued on their way to the next intersection. Liz turned her head to the driver's side and caught a fleeting glimpse, in between two buildings, of the truck slightly ahead of them.
"Come on, go faster! It's ahead of us!" She yelled, pounding on his shoulder.
"Stop it! Cut it out! Damn!" He yelled back, blocking her attacks, while trying to drive at the same time.
Dan stomped on the accelerator and propelled the vehicle in between two cars. Sparks flew as the side of the Benz scraped with the other two cars. The final intersection was up ahead, coming up fast. The light just turned red.
"Hold on!" Dan said as they sped into the intersection. The car screeched to the left again and was about to exit the intersection, when a blue minivan clipped the back end of the Benz, sending the car into a 360. Dan frantically pulled at the wheel, trying to straighten it out. He succeeded as the car straightened out as they sped up towards the intersection where Main and Peachgrove crossed. Sparks flew out from behind the Benz as a muffler dangled behind it, scraping the asphalt.
"Come on..." He said to himself, speeding towards the Peachgrove and Main.
The car, all smashed up, entered the intersection and screeched to a halt, smoke pouring from the wheel wells. Immediately after it stopped, blocking traffic, the sound of horns and obscenities filled the air.
"There it is." Dan said, pointing to the brown truck beeping wildly at them.
"Let's go." Liz replied, pulling a handgun from her purse.
Dan nodded and got out of the dented vehicle and ran to the driver's side of the brown truck. Liz quickly followed suit, her heels clicking on the asphalt, as she went to the passenger's side.
"Get the fuck out of the way, asshole!" The driver yelled, giving him the finger.
"Get out of the truck, now!" Dan shouted as he drew his Beretta and pointed the gun at the pasty, fat driver.
The driver, seeing him pull the gun, ducked and quickly reached under his seat, extracting a small 9mm Uzi submachine gun.
"Oh, shit..." Dan said as he ducked, avoiding a short burst from the Uzi. The bullets slammed into the pavement, sending bits of pavement into the air.
Liz saw the driver pull a gun and fire on Dan. Quickly, she raised her .45 and pulled the slide back, chambering a round. Running up to the window, she stuck her arm through and fired three shots. The sharp report of the pistol echoed throughout the truck as the slugs hit the driver, splattering the interior crimson-red. Dan got up and was the driver's dead body slump against the door. He ran to the door and opened it, the body falling out onto the street. He saw Liz already sitting there.
"We gotta get out of here!" She said, wiping down the seats.
"Right. Thanks for the..." He said, motioning at the dead driver sprawled out on the street.
"No problem, but hurry up."
Dan quickly got in and turned the ignition. Working the clutch, he went into first gear and maneuvered around the damaged Benz. He changed gears and continued down Main Street.
"Where do we deliver this?" Dan asked.
Liz looked for the photo of the truck.
"I can't find the picture." She said, searching for it.
"What picture?"
"You know...the picture that Don Carlos gave to you. It was the picture of this truck and it had the delivery address on the back."
"Damn...here, hold the wheel." He said.
Liz leaned over and grasped the wheel, while Dan searched his pockets.
"Ah, here we go." He said, extracting a folded photo, "626 Ferdrove Street."
"Ferdrove...that's all the way on Staunton Island." She said as she sat back in her seat, Dan grabbing the wheel once more.
"Guess we gotta take the bridge." Dan said as he turned left.
The truck lurched left at the intersection and continued down the busy street in the direction of the Liberty City Bridge. Liz glanced at the digital clock on the dashboard.
"The bridge should be going up sometime soon." She said, brushing long strands of blonde hair out of her face.
Dan went into fifth gear and drastically increased his speed, outdriving most of the cars on the street.
"Whoa, slow down." Liz said, tightening her seat belt.
"I'm not waiting in line for half-an-hour, while some boats go under the bridge."
"Listen, I'm not kidding," she said, with a threatening tone of voice," The last thing we want is to get pulled over."
As if on cue, red and blue lights began to flash as a police siren filled the air.
"Shit..." Dan muttered as he looked into his rear view mirror and spotted a patrol car signaling for them to pull over.
"Great...now what are we supposed to do?" Liz said.
"Don't worry. I'll think of something..." He said.
"Don't worry? In case you haven't noticed, the back of this truck is filled to the brim with Cocaine!" She cried frantically.
"PULL OVER!" The police officer exclaimed over his bullhorn.
Dan worked the clutch as the truck moved into sixth gear and rapidly approached the bridge. The police car also sped up and rammed into the back of the truck. The vehicle lurched forward and into the opposite lane of traffic. Cars beeped loudly as they passed, narrowly missing the out-of- control truck.
"Son of a..." He said right before an eighteen wheeler barreled towards them, blowing it's horn wildly. Liz screamed as Dan spun the wheel to the left. The truck swerved out of the way, just as the semi tore through the space where they where.
"Holy shit!" Liz shouted as Dan drove straight onto the sidewalk.
The brown truck roared as they sped along, pedestrians leaping out of harm's way.
"Get outta the way!" Dan yelled, honking his horn.
"On the road! Get back on the fuckin' road!" She yelled to Dan.
"I can't!" He yelled back, trying to cross back onto the right side of the road.
The truck approached an outdoor café with many people enjoying a cup of coffee. Dan punched the wheel, honking the horn. The people looked up from their conversations and coffee only to see a large truck coming straight at them. The people screamed as it crashed through, sending chairs and tables flying into the air.
"Move! Get the fuck outta the way!" Dan yelled again, as the truck slammed into a pedestrian, sending him high into the air.
He saw the people scurry like mice out of the way as the truck left the café in shambles. Broken tables and chairs littered the sidewalk and road. Seeing an opening in traffic, Dan turned the wheel to the right and crossed over to the right lane of traffic. Liz looked behind them but saw no sign of the cop.
"The cop...he's gone." She said, taking a deep breath.
Dan risked a quick look into the mirrors, "Where'd he go?"
"I don't know...I guess we lost him."
Dan turned right at the next intersection. Suddenly, a police roadblock came into view. He looked behind him and saw more patrol cars swerve in from behind.
"What do we do?!" Dan yelled, approaching the roadblock.
"...I don't know! Go through it, I guess!" Liz shouted back.
BLAM!!
The sudden noise came from an officer's handgun. The bullet left the officer's handgun and entered the front windshield of the truck, lodging itself right next to Dan's head.
"Sht!" Dan yelled as he ducked.
Another burst of gunfire erupted from the roadblock. This time the bullets made numerous holes in the hood of the truck. Liz ducked her head, trying to cover herself. As she went down, she saw the Uzi that the driver had used earlier. Quickly, she reached down and grabbed the Uzi.
"Hey!" He said, looking down at her," What are you doing?"
Liz stuck the Uzi out the passenger side window and pulled the trigger, holding it down. The gun rumbled as brass shell casings streamed out of the rapidly moving chamber. The officers ducked as glass and shattered metal showered them.
"Hold on!" Dan yelled as the truck slammed into the roadblock, creating a thunderous smashing sound.
They hit in between two patrol cars, sending them spinning into the other parked cop cars. The truck lurched violently into a row of parking meters after being clipped by a spinning patrol car. Dan swore as the meters were ripped from the sidewalk, smashing into the front windshield, cracking it. Quickly, he turned the wheel right. The truck hit one more meter before it screeched back onto the quarter-filled street.
"Now what?!" Liz asked over the constant wailing of the police sirens.
"I don't know...head for the bridge."
They streaked towards the bridge connecting Portland to Staunton Island. One of the patrol cars maneuvered up next to the truck and set itself up, attempting to ram it. Dan saw it pull up on his side, so he drew his Beretta and fired out the window at the cop car next to them. The sharp staccato of the gun echoed in the truck as a bullet punctured the front- right tire. The officer lost control and veered into oncoming traffic, smashing head-on into a pick up truck. Liz watched as the driver of the truck was catapulted through the windshield, onto the street, making a bloody mess. They continued to the bridge, which was rapidly coming into sight. The wave of patrol cars behind them suddenly slowed down.
"Why'd they slow down?" Liz asked, turning around to look.
"That's why!" Dan said, pointing his finger forward at the bridge.
Liz looked ahead and saw the bridge slowly rising up, with a line of boats waiting to pass underneath. Dan floored it and moved the truck into sixth gear.
"What in the hell do you think you're doing?!" Liz cried.
The brown truck sped along the rising bridge.
"We can make it...I know we can!" He said, aiming the truck for the rapidly widening gap in the bridge.
Liz screamed as the truck launched over the crest of the bridge and into the air.