Disclaimer-

I do not own the Transformers franchise, etc, etc (yet… maybe I can joint-own it with one of those chicks who do some other stories and plan to own Hasbro… heh heh.) BUT I do claim copyright on Pursuit, Quickchase (though not Dead End I think… as far as I know I think he's an official Alternator) and all the human characters are mine. Except Carl- he's ME (with a few things changed, including the last name). Basically, don't copy without permission (if you want to, email- I'll probably say yes, as long as you have decent spelling and grammar).

Thank you for the views and reviews, and thank you all authors who entertain me while I'm mucking around. I'll do my best for the next part. I'm not sure how I do on realism, probably terrible, but not much about Transformers in general is very realistic anyway so bleh.

And do you want your favourite car making an appearance somehow in the story? Give me the make, model and a good description and I just might!

Part 4: Enemy of my enemy… (con't)

Their next victim was a silver Mercedes-Benz heading for an exit. This vehicle took a bit more revs to catch up to- apparently modified. Carl took the wheel as they neared it. "Sorry buddy, this might hurt a bit."

Carl turned the wheel to the right, ramming the Mercedes with moderate force. The front of Pursuit contacted just behind the rear left-side passenger door- Pursuit's specially reinforced body took little more than a scratch, but the hit dented one of the other car's pressure points- the fuel cap. Carl, knowing the workings of a Mercedes, had hit that point to disturb the fuel and damage some internal components- to a souped up car like this, deadly. The car stuttered and slowed, the driver struggling to regain speed and control. It took little more than a 'nudge' to the front to send the car jack-knifing to the right and skidding to a stop. Carl drove on as a police Lincoln, waiting for this moment, pulled up to the Mercedes.

But the next racer was much tougher. This street racing professional had a Lamborghini Diablo, souped up and coloured maroon, a veteran of many races. Carl knew Lamborghinis- expensive, high-performance, and very, very fast. Pursuit had to really push it to catch to the roaring V12 engine of the streamlined, competitive-grade racing car. And once they got close, the racer moved away- this one had heard of the notorious 'Car Chaser' and his hotted-up police Corvette. So it was time for a tactic straight out of the movies. The good ones. Carl flipped out and cocked his sidearm, lowered the window and took aim for the rear left tire. He remembered, the key to a shot that counts is concentrating. Carl was thankful for Pursuit taking control as he lined up his Glock, taking note for high-speed lateral movement, checking the sight- and firing.

Carl took three rapid shots- the first hit the wheel rim, the second the road, and the third hit the tyre. The car swerved when the tire burst, as the driver tried to keep control. But he succeeded. The racer had seen the same movies, and had practiced driving with one tire out. Carl swore, and tried to aim another shot. But Pursuit had an idea…

"Don't waste ammo, I can take this guy!"

"Huh?" said Carl.

"When I say so, hit the nitro!"

Pursuit levelled his right exhaust port with the Diablo's remaining left tire. Carl noticed this, and smiled. "You dirty car…"

"NOW!"

Carl punched the NITRO button, and a small burst of blue flame shot out the hardened steel pipe- as Pursuit moved forwards, the flame melted the Diablo's tire like butter in a furnace- Pursuit only just moved away before the sports car jack-knifed left. The wheels continued to spin as the racer desperately tried to get away, but as Carl glanced back who did he see but Jess and Quickchase pulling up him, Jess holding up two fingers in victory as she spun a pair of handcuffs in the other hand. The police band crackled; "Good job you two, the chopper reports only one racer to go."

Carl picked up his transceiver. "Chaser on it. By the way, how many did Jess get?"

"Four, from what I've heard!"

"All right, better even the score then!" Carl turned off his microphone. "All right Pursuit, let's take this bad boy down."

"You got it! Full speed ahead!"

The two caught sight of the final, leading racer- a black Corvette.

"Oh no, that's gotta be Enzine…"

"Enzine?" Pursuit asked.

"Davis Enzine. My Dead End."

"Oh, right…" Pursuit understood. He also caught a chilling, unintended other meaning to that last sentence…

The black Corvette pulled off right onto a road leading into yet more desert wasteland. The Carl and Pursuit followed him. They drove at high speed for about a minute. Carl murmured "Something's wrong here…"

Pursuit's digital image nodded. "I hear ya…"

Then they reached a canyon. The black Corvette pulled up and stopped, Carl following suit when he reached the area. Carl hopped out the car, pistol raised. "All right you, out the car."

The black car's door opened and the driver stepped out- a young male, dressed in black, with a chilling gaze. Davis Enzine.

"I knew it. All right Enzine, put up your-"

"Carl!" Pursuit quietly but warily said, "This isn't right, it's way too easy. This whole thing isn't right- it's gotta be a trap!"

Then Davis spoke. "Quite right, Pursuit." He had been listening carefully. "You two have a lot in common- so gullible, so rash, so easy to lead. Seems fitting that we too have something in common- an advantage over you."

Then the black Corvette transformed. Dead End was back- fused and partnered with Enzine, stronger, faster, and much, much angrier.

"Slag…" said Pursuit, as Carl uttered the English counterpart to that word."

Part 5: Attack of the Cars