Chapter 8
ON THE ROAD TO THE AIRPORT…
Maven: I thank you so much for getting me a flight for free to Albany, Kyle.
Kyle: It's the least I can do.
Maven: But I really appreciate it.
Bradley: Me too!
Kyle: I can always help out in future reference. Just give me a call and I'll be there.
Bradley: Ooh! Bwack powice car!
Kyle: If you haven't noticed, but I think that police car has been stalking us for the last hour.
Maven: I know. It's like he wants to know if we're doing anything suspicious.
Bradley: *he looked out the rear window and smiled and waved at the police car*
*the police car suddenly revved into high gear and sped after them, who gave chase*
Maven: Whoa! Whoever this goon is, he must really be riled over something!
*the police man took out a pistol and shot at the wheels*
Kyle: Why that sonofa jackal! He's unaware of the child in the car!
Maven: Step on it! Push this car to its limit!
Kyle: I'm already going over 30 kilometers over the speed limit!
Maven: Give the car all its speed!
*the lunatic policeman shot at the rear window and one of the bullets hit Bradley*
Bradley: Mommy! That hurt! *tears were streaming down his face and his arm was gushing out blood*
Maven: He shot you?!?
Kyle: Try to stop the bleeding by adding pressure to it. *he got on the phone*
Maven: What the hell are you doing!?!
Kyle: Calling some friends to ram this clown off the road!
Maven: He's a policeman! You can't do anything about it! Look out! *a semi-truck came straight at them but Kyle expertly dodged it right in time*
Kyle: There. He's lodged behind that traffic jam we caused.
Maven: Thank the Maker! *she tore off a part of her dress and sealed Bradley's open wound shut*
Kyle: Its steady driving to the airport now… *he was cut off as the police car slammed out of the side of the semi-truck and crushed a car that was stuck in the jam*
Maven: The only lunatics who drive like that are the D. Slayers and the Decepticons!
Kyle: Which one do you think it is? *he steered the car to the right, just missing a smaller car*
Maven: My guess is that it's a Decepticon. He looks like the one called Barricade.
Kyle: Great! Now the lunatic police car turns out to be a pissed off Decepticon!
Bradley: Mommy it still hurts! *he started screaming with pain as the police car slammed into the bumper, shaking the whole car violently*
Kyle: Here comes one of my friends. *a Mustang roared from an intersection and slammed into the police car, which sent both vehicles spiraling to the left*
Maven: Your friends are like Kamikaze pilots! Both insane and daring! *they sped away from the intersection*
Bradley: Mommy!
Maven: Where are you hurt now?
Bradley: *he pointed to the police car that transformed, smashed the Mustang and other cars off the road and transformed back into a police car*
Kyle: I agree now with the fact that it is a Decepticon, he just gave himself away! *he glanced back at the police car that was gaining on them quickly*
Maven: KYLE!!! *he looked up and maneuvered out of the way of another semi-truck, causing it to blockade the whole road* Pay attention to the road! Forget the Decepticon and focus on driving! *several more shots whizzed past the car*
Kyle: How are we going to get past that red Toyota vehicle that's in the middle of an intersection?
Maven: Crash it out of the way! Now!
Kyle: Brace yourselves! *he put the car into high gear and smashed into the red car, smashing all its windows and their own, moving it to the side with such force*
Bradley: Mommy…I'm so tired…
Maven: Don't fall asleep! Whatever you do, Bradley, don't fall asleep!
Bradley: But I'm so tired…
Kyle: Just don't! *their car was rear-ended by the red Toyota car with the police car keeping up with the chase*
Maven: Great. He had a friend nearby!
Bradley: Mommy, make the pain stop!
Maven: *She unfastened her seatbelt and sat in the back with Bradley, unbuckled his seatbelt, put him on her lap, and fastened them to the seat* Kyle! Try to get to the airport. I must leave Springfield with Bradley!
Kyle: Why must you?
Maven: That's not important right now! Look out!
Kyle: I hate those tire spikes! *he saw the barricade in front of them* I guess I'm smashing into that armored S.W.A.T. vehicle!
Maven: You're crazy! You're like your Kamikaze friend pilot!!! *their blue Corvette bashed into the S.W.A.T. truck hard, knocking it out of the way*
Bradley: OW! *some of the glass punctured into his face*
Maven: This is one strong car!
Kyle: I like buying Corvette muscle cars! They're tough!
Maven: There's the road to the airport!
Kyle: I see it! Hang on! *he swerved the Corvette hard to the right and onto the overpass and veered right very quickly*
Bradley and Maven: AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!
Kyle: I hate this road! *he turned sharply onto a probed road with pit-holes digging deeply into the asphalt road, running all the way down to the end of the road*
Maven: Shouldn't they repair it?
Kyle: They would, but they use this road to practice maneuvering A-10 Thunderbolt aircraft to destroy fake targets of moving convoy vehicles, mostly fake tanks.
Bradley: Oh no! That powice car is back!
Maven: We're bound to damage the engine going down this road at high speeds!
Kyle: We need to avoid getting shot by that pissed off Decepticon! *more bullets shattered through the back of the car and shot out the front windshield*
Maven: That Decepticon must really hate us! *she gazed at the gaining police car*
Kyle: That lunatic is going to ruin his engine doing that!
*Suddenly the police car halted with an abrupt stop as a giant boulder rolled on top of it, crushing it*
Kyle: Look! It got crunched!
Maven: *she gazed up at the hill and saw a scarlet dragon flying off* Thank-you father. *whispered quietly*
Kyle: Now, we go to the airport with no more adrenaline rushing!
Maven: Maybe there's a first-aid kit to attend to Bradley's room. We just cannot stop and drive all the way to the hospital. I gotta be out of Springfield by tomorrow afternoon.
Kyle: You're right. Let's drive slowly now.
SOMEWHERE ELSE ON ANOTHER ROAD…
Swindle: Argh! That stupid Corvette driver! I thought for sure that barricade would work.
Payload: Indeed. My tire spike plan was totally foiled.
Swindle: Shall we set up another blockade?
Payload: Set up a perimeter at the airport. I'll lure them to the trap. Have Sideways, Ransack, and Dead End join you. They will not leave Springfield!
TO BE CONTINUED…