I couldn't stop thinking about this. For the past couple of days, it's been in my head. 'GZL, rewrite the desert chase!' So here it is, chapters 8 & 9 rewritten.
Why?... needs more destruction.
The Buffalo S, complete with smashed light rack and weeds in the radiator vent... 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, large ass!" 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, all with their blue and red lights flashing.
"Now take a look to your left."
Along the top of the other dune, more police, this time the Canadian Mounted Police in red cars of the same model.
"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. That was when Sam did the math. Over 100 cars, some of which had come all the way from Canada. This was no longer following police regulations now, Benson was taking this personally.
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.
"You do what I say and deliver the goddamn goods!" Sam shouted.
"Well, I guess you know what you're talking about... but just in case you don't, me and Johnny will be standing by." Trevor said before putting down his CB. At the same time, Johnny blasted the truck's horn a few times as they passed a large convoy of trucks, at least 60 of them.
"You thinking what I am?" Trevor asked.
"Hell yeah." Johnny replied, turning the truck around across the sand.
"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, Sam picking up her CB again.
"I thought I told you to haul ass and get outta here!" Sam said.
"Yes, and when we all agree to do a job together, we do it together, roger?" Trevor said, passing the CB to Johnny.
"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. They were like a swarm of flying insects, cars and trucks weaving in between and around each other.
"This is loverbird, I've got me one lined up!" A truck driver said. His truck was a tipper with a plough on the front, and now that plough smashed into an oncoming Canadian car, heavily damaging it but detaching the plough and the truck going over it, so when it stopped moving, the front was suspended about 6 feet in the air by the plough.
The Canada police car rolled away, bent only half it's normal width, smoke rising from it. Sam stopped beside as the driver jumped out and sat down on the sand, 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, the car only just missing a few wrecked ones on the other side of the truck.
A few trucks sped along, boxing in a few cars. Inside the trucks, the two drivers both had ideas.
"Hey roadrunner, you hungry?"
"Why yes!"
"Move on over to me and we'll have us a mighty sandwich!"
Both trucks steered towards the middle, their trailers crushing the cop car between them. When the two trucks broke off from the others in the boxing in formation, the car rolled along slowly for a few seconds. It was very much slimmer than it should've been, and eventually stopped and fell on it's side, the driver climbing out, somehow not that badly injured.
Ahead, the rest of the truck formation still had four cop cars between them, and they were approaching a Packer with a car transporter trailer hooked up to it, the top empty, the lower ramp with two Declasse Premiers on it, and it's ramp was lowered to get on the top.
"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, laughing. She was enjoying this a lot.
Meanwhile, Benson had so far avoided any truck encounters, but with so many trucks moving so quickly, it was impossible to escape them.
"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.
"LOOK OUT, JUNIOR!" Benson yelled, moments before the Phantom hit, knocking the car and flipping it over, though it landed on it's wheels.
"Are you alright Junior?" Benson asked once they stopped moving.
"Yes Daddy."
"You would be you shit."
A bunch of long metal poles had flown from one of the trucks' loads and it acted as a ramp, the poles having having one end on the ground and the other on some damaged and destroyed cop cars. A Blaine county car sped over the ramp after being blocked by a truck, landing on the back of another truck, the back end over the side but it being held in place by the cargo it hadn't smashed.
Another truck nearby was pulling a flatbed with a large tube on it, just over 3 feet in height and it's walls about 4 inches thick. The truck turned sharply, the tube rolling off of it's trailer and rolling across the desert, flattening a car in the process. The truck then joined another truck in forcing a cop car to drive into the tube... coming out the other side with it's roof torn off.
"Look at that pile of cars, Daddy." Junior said, pointing to the accumulating mass of wrecked and destroyed cop cars.
"Looks like they bombed a drive-in movie." Benson said.
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. They all stopped at the last minute, the remaining cars that they'd chased crashing into the wrecks, becoming wrecks themselves.
"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." Benson said, smiling as yet again, his impending capture of Sam and the truck. And boy, did he have a lot of piled up charges for them.
"I've got a gulley on the left of me, a gully on the right of me and a mountain in front of me, you wanna tell me about that front door again?!" Sam said as she followed Johnny and Trevor's truck, the sand being kicked up on all sides by the truck, Phoenix and the three sheriff cars following them. Trevor picked up his CB.
"Hello brother truckers, Sam's word, she wants to get out of here. Are you ready?" Trevor says as Johnny turned the truck, heading towards the dried up river next to them.
Multiple trucks were lined up beside each other, creating a makeshift bridge with their containers and trailers.
"Trevor, don't look." Johnny said, putting a hand in front of Trevor's eyes which he quickly slapped away.
The Phantom drove over the edge of the gulley and across the tops of the trailers, followed by the Phoenix. Sam yelled out in adrenaline, excitement and enjoyment as she crossed the truck bridge. She was surprised that the truck didn't collapse the trailers.
The moment Sam reached the other side, two of the trucks moved away and left a gap in the bridge.
"She ain't the only daredevil." Benson said as he, Mack and Peter crossed the bridge. They all fell into the gap, their cars being bent out of shape, glass and metal flying everywhere.
"Good job brother truckers! How does it look down there?!" Trevor shouts into the CB, enjoying himself heavily.
"Not pretty, cars have become cans." A trucker responded.
An hour and 60 miles later.
"You're not getting away from me Sam. And I'm still in hot pursuit."
"I copy that Benson, but I hear your pursuit isn't that hot."
Benson and Junior sat in the car, the roof, the rear right panel and driver's door torn off and the whole frame of the car bent out of shape, the engine sounding far from okay.
"Give me your handkerchief." Benson ordered, Junior passing it to him. Benson wiped the place where the windshield should've been.
"What was it Daddy?" Junior asked.
"A little fly shit." Benson replied.
"Daddy, look out!" Junior shouted as a tractor pulled out in front of them, Benson using the little steering power the car had left to turn down the dirt road that the tractor had come from, stopping suddenly in front of a pond but in the process, throwing Junior over the hood and into the pond. Junior resurfaced after a few seconds, his hat on a bamboo stick in the water. "Daddy?"
"Shut up, Junior, I'm thinking." Benson said, sounding fed up as he lit a cigarette.
"What are you thinking about?" Junior asked.
"Retiring." Benson replied after taking a breath from the cigarette.