A man rushed out into the hallway, clutching a brown-paper package to his chest. He glanced both ways as security guards ran from other floors, tucking the package into his flannel jacket.
Now that's a man who ain' supposed t' be there.
"Charlie! C'mon!" another man cried from the elevators. Charlie sprinted down the hall to his friend. "C'mon, c'mon…" The pair disappeared as the elevator doors shut, ending the chase. Inside the elevator the two men inspected their loot.
That there's two men on a mission. The one with the flannel an' jeans is Charlie Miller. The one in the tie's Tim Cummins. They're both wanted for burglary an' evadin' arrest.
Charlie handed Tim the package.
"Good job." Tim said as he opened the packaging. Inside was two prescription bottles filled with a dark liquid. "This just might be it…" The miniscule label on one read 'PARABILE'. Tim ginned. "Nice, Charlie! You got it!" Charlie grinned, then wiped his sweaty brow.
"Wha' 'zactly's is tha' stuff anyway?" He asked, breathless.
"Top- secret government project." Tim replied. "It's a drug that paralyzes." He stashed the bottles in his pants pocket and unrolled two syringes from the rest of the packaging. "All you have to do is inject someone with it, and they can't move." Charlie stared.
""So y'all's say'n that we put that-" -he pointed to the bulge in Tim's pocket –"in 'ere-" he pointed to the syringe- "an' we put it in sum'un', and boom!" -he snapped his fingers- "They can't move?" Tim nodded. "Whoa." The elevator gave that ever- so– annoying jerk as lit slowed to a stop.
"Ready?" Tim asked. Charlie nodded. The doors opened, and the pair rushed out through the crowded lobby and into the street, taking the left past the bank and leaping into their '77 periwinkle Ford mustang. Charlie floored the gas, and they soon escaped into the Atlanta traffic.
"Where to?" Charlie asked once he caught his breath. Tim opened a map of Georgia.
"Hmm… let's see here…" He scanned the map. "Here we are- Hazzard. Head for the town of Hazzard." Charlie glanced at the map.
"Alri'ty then," Charlie began, "Hazzard it is."
This don' sound too good. Somethin' tells me we're gonna be meetin' those two again.
