A/N:
Oh yeah! Action time! Queue the heavy music and explosions! ... I unfortunately did not add an explosion for this one. Very sad, much disappoint. I will try to add an explosion somewhere in the action scenes! Hey, as least we get racing cars and guns, so great!
Also, as for Silver, this is the first time we really see his personality. Everyone agrees that he's a jerk, right? I actually do have his backstory and everything planned out, up to his name and how he learned to drive. But yeah, even though he has a dark story, he's totally still a jerk. I purposely made him a jerk.
Moar focus on Wyatt, baby! He's my favorite, so I obviously had to explore his character and... torture him the most... for our second massive action scene!
Quick question, how long will this series keep using the word "impossible?" We need a timer for every time the word impossible is used in the three films... because it's bleeding into my fanfiction writing.
~ Ashla.
Three cars (and a truck) easily glided over the orange track. The sunlight sparkled across the paintwork, engines roaring like tigers as Gage sped off and down to the asphalt road. Sand was covering several spots, almost even burying it. A windy day was causing the collision of road and desert sand. Gold sand seemed to have that mineral glow of common rocks with smidgens of crystal. Gage was tempted to go on speed high, but controlled himself. Easily refreshed, he found it so much easier to think and hand out orders again. "Brandon, what's your readings?"
The team's gadget guy and scientist glanced down at the tablet screen at the controls, "Silver's on the scanners. Exactly a quarter of a mile ahead. At this pace, we'll reach him in no time."
"Thanks, Brandon," Gage responded, he then considered his options of attack. "In case this becomes some kind of chase, we need someone ahead to make sure he doesn't get too far, or at least distract him. Wyatt!"
"Yup!" Wyatt shouted, his confidence shining bright as the sun.
"Off road over to the next exit. If silver tries to run, that's as far as he goes."
Wyatt could pretty much be heard smirking through the comn channel, "Won't let 'ya down!" He instantly took to the sand.
Gage turned to the next thing, "Rhett, this section of the town is deserted, makes a good hiding spot. Aside the exit it's his only escape route." He chuckled, a wave of nostalgia causing him to smile warmly, "When we were kids, you never lost a game of hide and seek once..."
Rhett laughed back, "Aw, I wasn't that good... I'm on it!" As Rhett stopped and reverse drove back to the set of dilapidated, brick buildings they already passed, Gage spoke to Brandon.
"Alright, Brand-Oh, here we go! I'll get to the other side of him while you try to get him from where you are."
"Yes, sir." Brandon's eyes narrowed, completely caught in the moment that was attempting to capture silver... again... We can do it this time!
Soon enough, comically pulled over at the side of the road, Circle Tracker was indeed occupied by the silver driver within. Masked even now, Gage's keen eyes noted his realization that they were there. Thus, he... threw a bag of chips aside... And pulled back to the road immediately. Gage slammed the pedal, hastily collecting speed in attempts to get ahead of him. Brandon's cry caused Gage to come to his senses, "Gage, he's too fast!"
Gage swiftly slammed the breaks, his car coming to a jumpy stop as he narrowly avoided a gruesome crash with the silver car that sped away. Brandon braked a lot more smoothly, pulling up behind him, "What now?"
Gage opened up his comn with Wyatt, "Wyatt, buddy, he's headed your way."
"Heard 'ya loud and clear," Wyatt answered, "I'm ready."
It was about time too. He literally got to the exit five seconds ago and he felt so bored. He slightly revved his engine, a smirk crossing his face as he looked ahead. Nothing but clear, desert sands and a road reflecting the sun caused vision to get hazy. He still noticed the single, silver blip on the road, racing towards him from afar. He caused his tow cable to pop out from the back, it dangled lightly in the wind as Wyatt waited...
Here he comes...
As the sports car drew nearer, his heart pounded faster and harder. Like a snare drum, everything was happening so fast. Mouth wide, gasping for air at the sheer thrill of it, when silver came close enough Wyatt acted.
His sand yellow car leaped right over, giving silver only a moment to be clear. With just the right momentum, timing, and luck, Wyatt managed to entangle his tow cable to the back of Circle Tracker. Their vehicles were now attached, and the moment he landed Wyatt slammed the breaks. His powerful truck surely had more muscle than that silly sports car, right?
Wrong.
Even if silver was brought screeching against the weight and power of the truck, it did not completely stop him. A game of tug-a-war instantly started, the two vehicles locked in a duel of strength. Wyatt gritted his teeth, growling, "What a car!"
Even driving forward with all he had, Wyatt knew his cable could snap on either end of them. He had to think fast! His emerald eyes widened, he reached into a cubby and pulled out a small, flintlock pistol from it. It was always kept ready for any quick draws, and this was the time! His window was already down, so it was easy to simply point the gun, use his rear view mirror to aim, and...
He successfully hit the tire.
Several bullets did it. Circle Tracker was stopped in its tracks as the burst wheel rendered it undrivable.
Wyatt fist thumped in victory, then jumped from his truck. His pistol only had two bullets left, but that was not stopping him. He was going to get to silver, he was going to beat silver, this all would finally be over!
How flawed was his overconfidence.
From the front seat, the silver driver leaped out himself, ready to meet him. Wyatt was completely unprepared for when the masked driver aimed several precise, controlled, hits at his face and chest. Wyatt stepped back, feeling that shock similar to just being drenched with freezing water unprepared. He didn't even notice himself drop his flintlock as silver pressed on. He obviously was a trained martial artist, as he landed several more good punches at him. Wyatt lost complete sense of direction, vision reduced to a blur as Silver kept creaming him. Here Wyatt was, the one often credited as the strongest member, the best fighter, of his team... Receiving an ego check once again. Finally punched soundly in the gut, Wyatt hunkered over. The grey driver then landed a kick across his face. His nose bleeding, hair in front of his eyes, Wyatt was thrown back by a second kick that actually made his helmet fly off. Wyatt comically landed on his tush.
He was being slaughtered out here.
As the blazing sun beat down on them, Silver picked up the flintlock and just about casually walked up to him.
"That's mine!" Wyatt jumped up to get it, but Silver intervened. He completely dodged his chicken bone punch and tossed him over.
Now with a face full of irritating, itchy sand, Wyatt sputtered as he felt that cold, metal bar placed against his skull.
"Today has been fun," Silver spoke. His voice basically screamed as much overconfidence as Wyatt, yet... carried a lot more knowledge behind it. It was a peppy voice, yet the underground frost behind it made Wyatt's heartbeat slow down.
"You know how they say every cloud has a silver lining?" The boy beneath the mask chuckled as he pressed the gun harder against his head, "This one has none."
Wyatt decided to jump right aboard this word play train, smirking as he spit sand from his mouth, "Well, isn't it a happy day when the sun breaks through the clouds?" Wyatt's eyes were locked on the crimson blood from his nose, staining the pure sand. His situation was bad, but he was holding on, "And the sun's warmth and light makes one 'er two gloomy clouds worth it."
"Worth it?" Silver sounded intrigued, so caught up in this contest of similes and metaphors, "In what way?"
"The rain is cold, but it's essential 'ta life." Wyatt responded, "And then the sun lets us know it was worth the trouble, worth that wind and rain. Rain fed the weak plants, the wind strengthened them. Then the sun beats down on it, making it worth it."
"If that's the case," Silver hummed to himself for a moment before considering, "That sun sure feels pretty hot today... So tell me, what has it shone to you? Are you worth it?"
Gage was quick, as usual, on forming his plan B's. "Brandon, Rhett?"
They both answered immediately. Rhett's enthusiasm and Brandon's I-don't-careism harshly contrasted each other. It almost made Gage bust out and laugh. He held his tongue, only a smile spreading across his face as he handed out his orders, "You guys go meet up at the dilapidated area, I'm going to go try and lure Silver away from the exit, towards that direction."
Brandon immediately departed from him, heading towards Rhett's location. With that, Green followed Silver's trail. "Wyatt?"
No reply.
"Wyatt!" Gage growled in warning. Nothing but static. How easily Silver had handled Rhett back at the parking lot building entered his memory. Growing concern, mixed with some bottom line annoyance at his former rival, caused Gage to subconsciously pick up speed.
And Gage was right to worry.
A speechless Wyatt was shaking under the threat of his own gun. Silver, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying himself. Taking pleasure in playing with his food, he happily wrecked physiological warfare on his torture victim.
"Today was a fun day. Today is a good day," his finger laid itself loosely upon the trigger, "Today was the day silver out valued gold."
Wyatt was starting to see in red, like the sun was gone and a blood moon took its place, lost in the sun's shadow. He couldn't stop his heart from racing, the thought crushing his mind. Here he was, at direct gunpoint with no escape. He was going to die.
He was going to die useless too...
Neither of them processed the sound of a speeding car racing up to them. Only when the shout was unleashed did they realize it.
"Leave him alone!"
Gage drifted to a stop, pulling his car hatch open and instantly pulling out his pistol. No hesitation was made before firing - they had been chasing this jerk for two weeks and he was sick of it. Several gun shots rang across the rolling desert, all blindly missing but still causing Silver to distance himself from a still paralyzed Wyatt.
Gage jumped from his vehicle, his boots thudding against the asphalt, as he pointed his gun at their masked agitator, "Surrender!"
Much to Gage's annoyance, he just casually pulled at his visor, keeping it down. A chuckle escaped from the silver rider, "I think you forget just who is in jeopardy over here."
Wyatt pulled himself up, sweaty hair wiping as he turned to see Gage and Silver only several paces from each other, Gage's pistol pointed right at him. Honest confusion was on his face though as Gage raised an eyebrow, "What do you-"
In a split second, Silver aimed the flintlock at Gage. Gage acted immediately, pulling the trigger and firing at him.
Rhett had wasted no time in meeting Brandon at the entrance of town. Even though he was much better at forming battle plans on a whim, he instinctively turned to the oldest for directions, "Once Gage gets here, what?"
Brandon rolled his window down, looking through Rhett's as they made eye contact. Brandon was, of course, lost on what to do. So, he went with what they all always did when confused...
"Gage'll let us know when he gets here."
Rhett bit his lip though, "Shouldn't we ask him now? Just in case?"
Brandon shook his head, "No, he's probably too busy distracting Silver..." A nervous cloud seemed to come over his eyes when he thought of his best friend, "Hope Wyatt's okay."
"Brandon, you worry too much!" Rhett smiled hopefully, "This is Gage and Wyatt we're talking about, they'll be fine!"
Brandon could only hope he was right.
Wyatt's eyes widened, tears even threatening to appear. Heart racing faster than before, a single thought was caught up in his mind...
That's impossible!