"Junior... you are here at a monumental moment. I'm calling my brothers for help. I'm going to call my brother Peter and I'm calling my brother Mack. They've both been in the police force for over twenty years... get the phone." Benson said as he drove through a small town. Junior nodded, passing the phone to his father.
"Hey Sam, we've got you know who on our back door, one more time." Johnny said through the CB.
"Hey Sam. If you take a right up here on this next dirt road, then your ass is gonna be grass and I'm gonna mow it." Benson dared.
"You better clean that mouth Benson, because you're talking out of your you-know-what." Sam said.
"This is the right Sam. Now you gonna take that challenge or not?" The sheriff said, overtaking the Phantom.
"Alright bad boy. Johnny, Dad, old Benson thinks he's dragging me into something but it ain't gonna happen. We're both going into this desert but only one of us is coming back. You hear that Benson?" Sam said as she crossed some train tracks.
"Are you ready Peter?" Benson asked.
"We are ready with charge akimbo."
"Are you ready Mack?"
"We are prepared, for comeback."
"And are you ready Sam?"
"I was born ready Benson." Sam said.
They drove between two large sand dunes, Sam in front of Benson and Junior.
"Just take a little look up to your right." Benson said.
As Sam did, she saw over 50 Las Venturas police cars lined up along the top of the dune.
"Now take a look to your left."
Along the top of the other dune, more police, this time the Canadian Mounted Police.
"Now take a look behind you."
Behind Benson, about thirty Blaine county police units followed.
"I'm about to crush your walnuts." Benson said, laughing afterwards at his impending victory.
Sam accelerated forward, speeding away and widening the gap between her and the police.
"Dad! I'm got me some serious trouble here, and I'm not kidding this time. I've got all the war of all the coppers, county mounties and mounty mounties. Over a hundred of them, this may be more than I can handle. Now you listen to me and you listen good. Make the delivery." Sam said into her CB as around 150 police cars followed her.
"I tell you what, you just hang in there and we'll be right there." Trevor said.
"Let's get this crazy bitch!" Peter shouted as his line of Las Venturas police sped down the hillside, followed by the red Canadian police, all mixing together into one long line. There were Staniers, Interceptors and Buffalos all together, all aiming to stop Sam.
"Hello my good buddies." Johnny said as the Phantom came into view. "Tell me Sam, how many trucks do you see?"
"I see one, unless I've been drinking." Sam said.
"Alright boys, do it to it!" Trevor shouts into the CB.
Immediately, two more trucks came out from behind Trevor and Johnny, followed by another two, then another, then another.
"I don't know if you've been drinking but I swear I see a ton of trucks!" Johnny says as all the trucks were in line, over sixty of them.
"Hey Daddy, what's that?" Junior asked.
Benson looked at the line of trucks. If he'd been walking, he'd be frozen to the spot. "Holy shit!"
"Welcome to the world's biggest game of chicken boys!" Trevor shouts. As the trucks sped closer, all the cops preformed handbrake turns, flipping around a second too late before they were all surrounded by fast moving trucks.
"This is loverbird, I've got me one lined up!" A truck driver said, ramming a cop car head on with his truck's snow plough.
The Canada police car rolled away, bent only half it's normal width. Sam stopped beside as the driver started sitting down, quickly dragging himself along the sand.
"Excuse me sir? Your ass is on fire. Bet you'll be glad to get back to Canada and stick it in the snow." Sam said before moving on.
"Break for that shoreboy!" Trevor shouts as 'Shoreboy' stood on top of his load, a load of piled straw bales.
"You're too old to play in the hay!" He shouted before a Las Venturas cop smashed into the hay, spreading it all over the desert.
A few trucks sped along, a Blaine county car between them.
"Hey roadrunner, you hungry?"
"Why yes!"
"Move on over to me and we'll have us a mighty sandwich!"
The two trucks moved together, crushing the cop between them.
More trucks sped along, boxing in four cops.
"Now that we've got them, what are we going to do with them?"
"Hell, there's a portable parking lot right here!"
The first car didn't slow, launching off of the transporter truck like it was on a ramp. The other three stopped as Sam did in front of the Packer.
"Three out of four, where you taking them?" Sam asked.
"How about the dump?"
"Good thinking." Sam said before speeding away.
"Junior, with the way things are looking I'm beginning to be deeply concerned." Benson said, watching the destruction around him.
"Benson, this one's for you my boy." Johnny said as he sped the Phantom towards Benson's car. It hit, knocking the car spinning.
"Are you alright Junior?"
"Yes Daddy."
"You would be you shit."
The battle of truck and car finally slowed, the last attack being the trucks speeding towards the large cluster of damaged and wrecked police cars.
"Hey Johnny, I've had about as much fun as I can handle for one day, how about showing me a way out of here?" Sam said, approaching the Phantom.
"Alright then, jump on my back door, I know where the front door is located." Johnny said, turning towards his method of exit.
Benson, Peter and Mack all started following them.
"She don't know it but she's going down a dead end road, that dumb Dickie."