Chapter 21: The Chase
Hannibal King stomped his foot down on the accelerator, flooring it.
Spence's car sped up suddenly. The black Mercedes behind him speeds up, too, as does a third and fourth car that has joined the chase.
I'm a dead man.
King executes a hard, skidding right.
The cars stay on King's trail but Spence's Ferrari was starting to gain more speed. King looked at the rear view mirror. He was losing them. It was a good thing he had borrowed this car…
Pedestrians scattered around as King makes a sudden turn into a bank drive-thru. Gunfire shatters the rear window of the car. King glanced back and then, the car began to slow down...
"Oh no. Don't do this to me!" he yelled.
One problem about Spence's real fast car…you have to pray before you get in.
"Come on, baby. Please." King begged. Without warning, the radio suddenly turned on.
Babbyyy please, babby please…open your--
King's eyes widened, he furrowed his brow and looked at the wheel in disbelief. "This thing is alive!"
The car raced past an industrial area with more police cars on it's trail.
"I promise, we're almost there. You can take your rest later. I beg you my dear god, I know I don't go to church that much…Okay, I never do it but there's always a first time…"
King patted the car and shut his eyes momentarily, the engine roared with life, King opened an eye and patted the car again, "Good girl."
King's car bounces over some railroad tracks with the Mercedes right behind followed by the other guys. They're not important unless they start shooting…
He ducks for cover as the vehicle is riddled with gunfire. Glass shattered. Bullets ricochet. They're in the epicenter of hell.
The five cars, one by one with King on the lead, jump the curb and drive right over the sidewalk. Pedestrians throw themselves out of their path.
The car came upon the unfinished bridge. King blinked the sweat from his eyes. He had no time. The cops were blocking his other ways of escape…back to the hide-out…back to Abby.
He breathed a heavy sigh, he punches the gas, heading straight for it…
Kasumi was driving, her foot was glued to the pedal. Abby sat sweating in the passenger seat, she punched down numbers on her cell phone. After the third ring, Abby was beginning to panic.
"Oh, come on, King…pick up." She closed her eyes and shouted in desperation, "Pick up!"
I sat on the backseat, holding on to the door handle as the car sped down the highway. Everything happened so fast. I could remember miss Ashley's voice on the phone…how she laughed…
"Hurry now, Abby. Lover-boy might be next"
Abby slammed her foot on Kasumi's. "Hurry up G'dammit!"
The headlights flash wildly as the car roars down the alley.
As I sat there, holding on for dear life…I thought about it. Why would she betray us? She seemed so nice. I knew there were bad guys and good guys…but why would Miss Ashley hurt Uncle Spence? Why was she doing this?
For what cause?
Ever since I came, everything had been so tragic…people dying…people betraying us…
Was it all because of me?
King rockets the Ferrari at the ramp…Straight at it…
It launched the car in glorious, blood-pumping, slow-motion over the water, twenty feet in the air…
The Ferrari landed in an ear-splitting thud...
He was safe…for now.
Spence looked around the room, running her hands on the walls, looking for a weak spot. He hobbled over to the steel door and rattled the door knob.
Locked.
That was a surprise. Mostly, the idiots would have forgotten to lock it if they didn't care about a prisoner.
I must be pretty fucking special to get this kinda treatment. Spence thought.
Was it just him or was it getting hot in here? He began to sweat.
So much for special treatment. Spence glanced over to the corner of the room and thought about it. Then, his eyes wandered around…looking for something…
From the monitor room, Drew was looking through a large, two way mirror into the adjoining interrogation room. The torture room, as Camila would call it.
Drew studied Spence was he walked around, looking inside the empty boxes.
What was he doing?
Caulder was standing in a corner, a large bruise in his face caused by, well, you-know-who.
Damn, why was this all starting to sound like Harry Potter?
"Exactly how did Mr. King get away?" Drew asked sweetly.
That voice…it made her sound so wonderful and pleasant…until she gets angry. Caulder thought, and this man is speaking-- err --thinking from experience.
Caulder shrugged and tried to find his voice.
"So, your telling me…that his car--"
"Spence's car." Caulder corrected. "…He borrowed it."
Drew turned around and somehow, just to illustrate her mood, there was the sound of thunder clapping. She raised an eyebrow.
Caulder gulped. I'm going to hell…
He took a second to think about this then, Yep, straight to hell.
She sighed, controlling her temper, "Sure. Look, I will give you one more chance Caulder. If you screw this up then I'll get a broom, snap it in half and then so much as, force it halfway up your ass so that you walk sideways for the rest of your life. Is that clear?"
Caulder looked terrified, his eyes were widened. He gaped at her.
That's not physically possible. Caulder thought. He smiled and started to laugh. "You almost had me there Miss Drew. You're not serious."
"Yes, I am."
"No, you're not."
"Yes, I am."
"No you're not." Caulder laughed again, closing his eyes, he immediately stopped at the sound of something getting snapped in half.
In the blink of an eye, he was out the door.