13

"So … you still doing the funky chicken with the boss?"

Ianto froze, his hand about to seize the bottle of sauce and he sighs as he wishes he had chosen another store to shop at today not the one Owen had entered as well and was about to scold Owen for being a pratt a per usual when he spots something down the side of the aisle "Owen? Is that a Blowfish that followed you in per chance?"

"Huh?"

Owen's eyes go wide as Ianto suddenly starts firing, BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! forcing the Blowfish to take cover on the far side of the aisle.

"Move! Now!" Ianto screams this, grabbing Owen's wrist and jerking him forward, just as the Blowfish comes back up, firing, a killing machine.

They barely get out of the way, as the pasta aisle explodes in an avalanche of bullets! Glass bottles of spaghetti sauce shatter, turning the aisle into a rainstorm of red droplets - we're not sure what is sauce and what is blood.

Then the Blowfish springs on to a display stand of tortillas and up to the top of the freezer section, so he can have a better angle of attack at the fleeing Ianto and Owen.

He starts sprinting down the top of the freezer section, smashing over Styrofoam coolers, as his bullets barely miss Ianto and Owen, but slam into the freezers behind them, sending ice and glass exploding everywhere. But Owen and Ianto are too quick. Ianto lets go of Owen's wrist as he propels him through the swinging doors of the stock room.

Ianto regains hold of Owen through the back doors of the store. There is a cherry red ASTON MARTIN convertible parked right next to the store. Owen is still trying to figure out what the hell is going on as Ianto tosses him the keys! "Drive!"

"What? I…!"

But Ianto just leaps into the passenger seat, guns up and ready, as Owen's legs somehow take over and he hops behind the wheel. Just then, the Blowfish's Convertible rips around the corner, practically going up on two tires. Wham! Owen turns the ignition, pops the clutch, and smashes the gas pedal as the car nearly snaps his neck when it launches forward.

He races through the gears and rips around a corner and out into traffic. "Where are we going?"

"Just drive!" Ianto yells as he texts someone. The Convertible stays on his tail behind them; the Blowfish drives and fires his Glock at the same time. Baml Bam! Bam. Ianto does his best to send bullets back his way, while Owen mans the wheel, breathing hard, still stunned at what is happening.

He spots a side-street and shouts "Hold on!"

He whips the car into a rubber-squealing turn … and ends up going the wrong way down a narrow one-way street! He now has to weave in and out of cars headed right for them, as the Blowfish stays tight on their ass.

Horns are BLARING in his face, but Owen somehow keeps the Aston Martin on all four tires as he bobs in and out of the paths of oncoming cars. Chevy Pickup is headed like a missile right at them and Owen's eyes go wide. "Truck"

"Go around it!"

"No! Shoot the tires!" Ianto looks at Owen, momentarily stunned by his idea, then spins and fires away at the oncoming truck. The front tires on the truck explode and the truck veers hard right, where it bounces off a Fed Ex truck that sends it into a violent roll.

Owen guns the Aston Martin at the tumbling truck as it flips forward … right over their car! Owen watches it fly over them, amazed his idea worked when finally it SMASHES down into the street between them and the Blowfish's Convertible.

The Blowfish is forced to slam on his brakes and slide out but it's too late … his Convertible smashes into th before skidding to a stop, a tangled mess in the street.

Owen snaps back to reality and rips the Aston Martin off the one-way street and down a side street. He pulls the car to a stop, then looks over at Ianto "Fuck!"

"Yes" Ianto replied calmly like he was having a conversation with someone, his fginers flying over the buttons of his cellphone "We are fine Tosh, thanks for that."

"How are we going to explain this one?" Owen asks with shock, glancing in the rear view mirror at the mangled mess they are speeding away from. "We are supposed to be off duty not fucking …"

"What mess? Nothing to do with us" Ianto said softly "Hoodlums are such a pain in the arse with their text speak. I hate that."

Owen turned to retort when a pimped out SUV roared past with Hoodlums hanging out the windows crowing.

Owen closed his mouth and drove.