"Whew... it's a good thing that we're close to the city." Doc said.
"Damn strait, Doc. As soon as we get to the precinct and find Lieu, we are gonna get back up and kick some kidnapping ass!" Davis said, zealously. Doc laughed.
"We're gonna get these guys back and it'll be reliving. Hows your arm doing?" Doc asked, taking his eyes off the road to look at Davis, who was in the passengers seat.
Though he had lost a fair amount of blood, Davis was doing better after Doc treated him.
"Yeah I'm fine." He responded, though his arm still pained him.
"Hows Bosco doing?" Doc asked, knowing Bosco was probibly in the same amount of pain as Davis, though he was better at hiding it.
"I dunno."
"You okay?" Faith asked Bosco, who was leaning against the side of the van with his eyes closed. He answered with out opening them.
"I'm fine." Faith rolled her eyes, knowing that was the answer she was going to get.
"Ninty nine bottles of beer on the wall. Ninety nine bottles of beer. You take one down, pass it a-"
"Shut up Carlos!" Taylor screamed. The van was silent again.
Everyone was on edge, it was as if they each expected one of the bad guys to stop in front of them and say 'just kidding, did you really think you were getting away?' and laugh.
They rode for hours and after each hour passed they got more agitated.
"What happened to 'it's a good thing that we're close to the city' Doc?" Carlos asked, annoyedly.
"Shut up Carlos." They were quiet again, until two of the most beautiful words ever uddered came out of Sully's mouth.
"We're home."
Tbc..
(Sorry it was so short, I just needed to get it out there. More soon I promise)