Ub2 chapter 5
"Hot, you sure about this?" Ice asked as the two drove in the early am hours of the morning. The sun had not yet rose and the two were on a highway, leading away from race wars.
"Yep." Tempest checked the rear view mirror and then studied her boyfriend. His face seemed tense yet he was laid back in the seat gangsta style as usual. "It's all gonna flow just fine, Icy. No worries." Tempest nodded confidently. They headed over a hill, losing the following headlights momentarily.
"I love you." Ice shifted for the final time as he set the cruise control. He then rested his hand on Tempest's knee. She grinned at his bad boy act. He was such a puppy, she mused to herself. The hills seemed to get higher with each one they drove over. The trace of headlights were now gone, completely out of sight. "You're sure they won't notice or think it's you guys?" Ice asked as Tempest put on her black leather jacket.
"Doubt it." She answered simply as she shifted to make the leather behave and conform to her body and the bucket sea that belonged to Ice's car.
"Traffic's light today." Tiffany's voice blared over the two- way as her car steadily gained on Ice's car.
"You
say that now." Ice muttered, his eyes on the road as Tempest was
about to respond. She looked at Ice, now completely convinced
something was bothering him.
"What is your deal, Ice? Spill."
Tempest put down the two-way., momentarily forgetting Tiffany. "I
don 't have a deal." Ice said, his voice even. Tempest didn't
move her blatant stare from him.
"It's not like you to get
cold feet." Tempest attempted to hide her teasing grin. The sun was
now even with the moon, getting set to rise in the overcastted
California sky.
"I don't have cold feet. Hush." Ice objected, shaking his head. He looked at his girlfriend.
"Yeah,
ya do." She folded her arms, now a shit eating grin plastered on
her face. "It's okay to have cold feet." She said,
flirtatiously twirling her blonde hair. "I think it's cute."
She purred, laying her head on his shoulder. Ice tried not to grin
but found it impossible.
"You have been up too damn long." Ice
verbally charged as he kissed the top of her head. About that time,
Tiffany's car zoomed past Ice's. She waved as she passed. "That
ain't right." Tempest radioed to her friend.
"What are you
talkin about, Crazy?" Tiffany asked, turning up 'Regulate' by
Warren G.
"Takin lead just cause Ice is drivin. If I had been
drivin. You couldn't do it. I wouldn't allow it." Tempest
complained, ignoring Ice's 'excuse me' indignant look he was
giving her.
"It's not a race. Yet." Tiffany retorted smartly
as she cruised on the straight highway filled with more dips of the
desert hills.
"Don't you think we shoulda invited Carter or
Jesse J?" Ice asked his sister over the radio, turning left behind
the dusty cloud her car had left. They were now on a dirt road and in
the desert.
"ICE. We got this. Chill." Tiffany radioed her
brother back.
"Females." Ice muttered purposely, intent on getting Tempest riled, as he knew it would. She slapped his arm, not blinking twice or even stopping to glance at him. "I love it when you're feisty, Hot." Ice made a playful growling noise.
"Ha." She rolled her eyes, trying her best not to smile. That would mean he had won their little mental game of who was the toughest.
"You're
even sexier when you try to ignore me." Ice quipped, now on a roll.
The arm that was supposed to be shifting was now across his lean, six
pack stomach as he laughed. He pulled into a hideaway garage, the
door automatically shutting behind his sleek black skyline.
"Ok,
you two. Enough of the lovey dovey stuff." Tiffany smirked as she
stood in a determined stance. Her black leather pants and black form
fitting leather top made her look sophisticated. The black leather
baseball cap she had on her head backwards made her look
sophisticated plus added the element of evilness. Ice smiled at her
sarcastically, then made a face at her. She ignored him and unfolded
a map that she had been holding.
"Mr. I'm all business isn't
so all bout business today." Tempest nodded teasingly to her best
friend, poking Ice in the side playfully.
"That's
cuz he's scared to be alone wit us and he's tryin to pull it off
smoothly." Tiffany reasoned as her eyes followed a highlighted
trial on the map in front of her.
"Think what you want." Ice
shrugged, sitting on the back of his car and lighting up a cigarette.
"Get off that car, Boy." Tempest playfully pushed him. He jumped
off the trunk and wrapped his arms around her from behind, kissing
her neck.
"Damn."
Tiffany grunted when her cell phone rang to the tune of 'Anxiety'
by the Black Eyed Peas. She flipped it open as Tempest and Ice
settled down. "Wassup, J?" She asked, shooting her partners in
crime a concerned look. It was 4:58 am. She had no idea why Jordan
would even be awake right now. "I had to go to the store. I'll be
back in a few. It's hurtin pretty bad, huh?" She asked, biting on
her lower lip as she conversed with Jordan.
"Told you this
wouldn't go unnoticed." Ice whispered in his girlfriend's ear.
Tempest gave him a look as though not to push the subject
anymore.
"J,wake Dom up." Tiffany suggested, then listened to
Jordan's reply on the phone. "No, he won't be mad. I left your
pain meds with him. He would want you to wake him up." Tiffany said
as Tempest studied the map that was sprawled out over the hood of
Tiffany's Mustang.
"Tell her not to wake your husband." Ice ordered, knowing Brian would make things hellified complicated. Tiffany waved him away, as though to make him be quiet. She continued to talk to Jordan, and then hung up, not looking totally satisfied.
"I thought you sedated her ass." Tempest frowned, blowing a piece of hair out of her face. "Guess not sedated enough." Ice shook his head and had that 'I told you so' tone to it.
"Shut that shit up." Tiffany and Tempest replied at the same time.
"Think
she'll be aight?" Tempest asked, popping a piece of gum in her
mouth.
"Ice. Bro…" Tiffany walked up beside her brother,
putting an arm around him and smiling as she did so, very sweetly.
She clearly had something in mind. He took a deep breath, knowing
this as well.
"What
is it you want me to do?" Ice asked, ignoring her sweetness
act.
"Go back to camp and watch over her for me?" Tiffany
asked, batting her eyes and pausing for a second. "Please?" She
asked, sighing.
"HELL
NO. You girls can't do it with just the two of you." Ice shook
his head in protest.
"Yes, we can." Tempest argued, rolling
her eyes. "She's right. It'd be better that way. You can make
sure they are all asleep." Tempest added to plead their case. Ice
didn't seem at all convinced.
"Oh come on, Ice. It's not
like you were going to actually help us take it down or anything."
Tiffany threw up her hands in exasperation.
"I am not letting
you two do it on your own. What happens if the coast ain't clear
and you get caught or some shit?" Ice asked, folding his arms.
"Ice,
baby, please." Tempest smiled at him, running a finger
flirtatiously across and under his chin. "Have faith." She looked
him in the eyes. He sighed, defeated.
"I
am not gonna come bail you out if you get caught." Ice
promised.
"We won't need bail. We won't get caught."
Tiffany said confidently as she stood staring at him in all
seriousness. "Bro." She added, grinning for emphasis and to
lighten the atmosphere.
"You got til 8 am." Ice pointed at the clock as the two triumphant girls stood grinning. Tempest took his hand and pulled him to his car, opening the door for him.
"We'll
be back by 6:30 at the latest." Tempest predicted as she leaned
down beside the window to kiss him.
"Right. You Better." Ice
grumbled, obviously not happy as he started the car.
"Take
good care of Jordan." Tiffany waved and smiled a fake smile, only
making Ice that much more irritated. He backed out, his headlights
off. Tempest hit the switch, not wasting time to close the door. They
couldn't risk anything of any kind of chance of being seen.
"He's
pissed." Tempest laughed.
"The better to keep his ass busy."
Tiffany high fived her friend.
"He's the one always sayin three's a crowd." Tempest nodded as she pulled up a bucket to rest her feet that were in 6 inch high heeled black leather boots.
"I was banking on the fact she'd be up about this time. I only gave her half a dose so we could send him packin." Tiffany confessed as she opened her sweating 20 ounce Dr.Pepper.
"He
wasn't actin like my Ice, that's for damn sure So, what route you
thinking?" Tempest asked as she looked at her watch.
"241
Highway. Once we blindside him and do our thang, you split up route
52 and backtrack to here. I'll book it back by the back roads."
Tiffany nodded, tracing the routes on the map to double check her
figures.
"Aight.
Let's do this." Tempest nodded, opening the door to a stairway
that led to them to an underground built garage. Its exit faced a
totally different direction than that of the garage that they had
pulled in.
"Showtime." Tiffany nodded as they both sat in
limbo, awaiting their prey. "Once you take him out, pull over and
ditch his ass." Tiffany nodded as she took off behind the truck
that they had been waiting for. It didn't take long for her to get
where she needed to be.
"Easy,
easy, easy. Way to easy." Tempest nodded as she pulled her blonde
ringlets up into her hat. She sat in the flattened seat, facing
backwards as they were in front of the truck. She took careful aim as
she rose out of the sun roof. She shot for a stable place to lodge
her rope into the truck as the window shattered. The trucker took
notice and swerved, then abruptly slamming on his breaks. This
brought his truck to a complete stop.
"Why do they do this?
Don't they know it's just that much easier?" Tempest laughed,
her adrenaline pumping as Tiffany pulled a tight and fast 180 to
reposition the car to further aide Tempest. "He's a guy. Go
figure. No damn brains." Tiffany said, her eye on the trucker. He
was now looking a little fearful and was attempting with no luck to
get the big rig restarted. Tempest put down the rope shooter and
grabbed her semi automatic rifle. She was now positioned right beside
him and was staring him directly in the eyes. She motioned with the
gun for him to get out. He hesitated and she cocked the trigger.
"No
blood in the truck is all I ask." Tiffany requested, knowing
Tempest and her assassin self. Neither of the girls had fear of doing
what needed to be done.
"Yeah, yeah." Tempest countered,
jumping off the car from the sun roof she had been perched. She
walked up to the door and was met by a gunshot that ricocheted from
the lower part of the door.
"Hell no." Tiffany grabbed her pistol. Tempest fired her gun at the trucker until her chamber was empty.
"Check the scanners. We've gotta jet." Tempest yelled, moving quickly. It was pure adrenaline that helped her pull the overweight trucker from the cab and over to the grassy shoulder. She threw him down and made for the truck, wasting no time.
"We're good. We got 25 minutes til our deadline you made to Ice." Tiffany said, no panic or rushedness in her voice.
"Go. I'm fine. I'm right behind you." Tempest waved her friend on. Tiffany nodded and pulled back onto the highway, going in her planned direction.
"See ya, Biatch." Tempest muttered to the trucker, a little out of breath from the dragging of the body. She thought to herself the amazing works of what adrenaline could do. She got back on the highway, turning on the radio. 'Rock Away' by Fat Joe began to play and Tempest relaxed, jamming as she cruised. It was the thing she loved the most. Music and an open road. She didn't bother to check the rear view mirror. If she had, she would have noticed the red and blue lights approaching the big rig at lightning speed.
