AN: Action continues...

So, we've pretty much established that Private is a sharp shooter. What about the others? I've been taking a look at Kowalski, and I think after the episode haunted, or whatever it was, he embraced his inner fighter. He's very... well, not exactly coordinated, more like stealthy. His moves are very planned, and sometimes I think he's slower than others because of this, but he's just as good. Thoughts?

Skipper's POV:

Throughout my life, I've discovered things about myself. First, I get distracted easily. It doesn't exactly look like it, but sometimes during missions I daydream. You should see me when I have fever. I hallucinate a lot.

So, as I ran along with my team trying to find some kind of vehicle, I found myself thinking of my years on the dairy farm with my parents. My dads in a wheelchair now, after I fall on a ladder that paralyzed him, and my mom lived with him a nursing home. I never visit that often. That isn't really fair. My dad and I had a good relationship growing up. I used to spend all the time working on the farm because I thought that was my only career in the future. My favourite memories of the farm are silly little things. Me sneaking out at night so I could eat a little of the fresh cream down in the basement. Or whenever it was a school day, I would walk the two miles to the school, collecting my lunch of berries along the way. Sometimes the bus would come. When it did, I drove the jeep down the driveway. I was an okay driver, but I grew even better over time.

Which was probably why I was in the front seat of this dump truck we found. The top of the tin was off, but it would be okay since none of us would be riding in there. I quickly buckled my seat belt in. Rico was right beside me, with Kowalski and Private in the back. I had a quick study of them. Rico looked calm, but who knew when that would end. Kowalski was looking a bit scared. Okay, he looked more nervous actually. Private looked anxious. Which I've learned is actually what anxiety is. I know, weird that I just learned that. It's just that I've always associated anxiety with being nervous. Anxious to me is being eager. Little did I know that there is a big difference between anxious and nervous.

I put the gear in drive. We started to move forward slowly.

The only real reason we needed to find a car, was because Assana and her team of misfits had gotten in one when we had started running. We got into the closest one we could find. After Rico hot wired it of course. Also, we didn't feel safe enough to take ours.

My foot was pushing as hard as it could on the speed. We had to get as far as possible.

Or... maybe we didn't need to.

I eased my foot off the pedal. My arms swerved to the the steering wheel to the right side. The wheels turned to my will, but it was a painful turn around. I was basically smacked into Rico, who was knocked into his window. Although, that was probably my fault for not giving any warning. The world spun for a short moment. I could just see out of the windshield. It was dark outside, with trees lining along the road. The stars I saw out were swirling around my head, but so fast that you could only see them moving from the corner of your eye. Not directly looking at them after being crushed into Rico, I was then thrashed into my window. I felt Rico crashing his body into my side.

Oh. Wait. How was I supposed to stop? I was going full speed when I suddenly turned. I should really be less reckless sometimes. I heard Kowalski scream a little behind me, followed by Private giving a muffled yelp. That was the extent of my knowledge from what was happening to them. I had to stop somehow before we got into an accident.

Other than being thrashed around, I was in the same spot I started with. My hands were on the steering wheel, and my feet were near the pedals underneath me. Time to make all those defence driving obstacles worth it. I straightened the way my hands were gripping the wheel. The plastic circle straightened with them. Which just smacked me again towards Rico, but I managed to keep my hands pointed. Next was to stop moving. Should I try the brakes? Why not. I pulled my feet a little backward, to make sure they weren't stuck, and then slammed the left one on the brake.

It worked. Not well per say, but well enough. Rico's body was lunged forward, right into the windshield. It didn't break when he hit it, but his upper body kind of collapsed on the dashboard. He coughed a bit, which made me a little disgusted. When Rico coughs, it sounds like he's chocking on mucus. I don't think it was mucus this time. I felt a body smacking into my backseat hard, and I was lunged forward more than I would have. My chest was stopped by the steering wheel, but that was even more painful. It felt like a belly flop, actually. There was a sharp pain in my chest, like heartburn. I coughed, too, and it was a horrible burning sensation.

I looked behind me, too see if Kowalski and Private were okay. That was excruciating. Kowalski was the one who smacked into my chair. He had fallen back into his seat. He was in pain though, you could tell. His body looked like it had gone limp, and he was just staring up at the roof. I think he was thanking that it was over. Private was on the floor. He and Rico were never ones to wear seat belts, believe it or not. His forehead was red. I think from being thrashed around. His bow and arrows were still on the seat, thankfully. I realized how lucky it was that none of our pistols had fired off.

I took my first look through the windshield. I probably looked very professional. We ended up in the very middle of the road, perfectly. I actually expected us to hit a tree or something. In front of us, was a hot pink coloured van. There was no mistaking that for anything else besides something that only Assana would drive. She was blocking our way, which was just what I planned. Through my years of experience, I've learned a few things. One of them was that if you wanted to stay alive in an impossible situation, you have to do the unexpected.

"Ready men?" I called, weakly from my damaged diaphragm.

"Yee!" Rico answered. He gave me a fearless grin. I could see that his forehead was bleeding from his hit to the wind shield.

Kowalski coughed. "Don't think we can take a breather?" His voice sounded exhausted. I guess I can't blame him. We were being incredibly lazy the last two months. It was our own damn fault if we got tired quickly.

Private gave a little giggle. He wasn't even back in his seat yet. "Nope."

My foot slammed on the gas. We were heading straight forward. We were going to bluff it.

When I was younger I used to play the game bluff all the time. Two cars would go straight at each other, and we would just wait until one would turn. We got into a lot of accidents like that. Rico and I were always in one car. We were fearless that way. The last time I played was when I actually hit someone full on. See, there's a certain time in that game when turning won't help you at all. That's what happened. Rico and I hit this car full on, and it was a hell f an accident. We and the other guys were in hospital for months. I think I had gotten brain damage, five broken ribs, whiplash, and was temporarily paralyzed. Not counting the many blood wounds I forget what the other guys got.

Kowalski screamed a bit when he finally looked up at the wind shield. The hot pink van was coming up fast. From where I was, I could just barely see the outlines, and possibly hair, of four people in the van. Now or never, I tied to mentally say to them. If we go, you go. I couldn't flinch either. When you play a bluff, you can't hesitate. That's a rule. My arms stayed perfectly still. I was scared though. I didn't really want to have another trip to the hospital thanks to a bluff.

Kowalski was trying to grab the wheel pathetically. "Stop", he was trying to yell out. Rico was clutching his door handle like it was a lifeline. For a moment I thought he as going to flick it open and jump out. I couldn't exactly see what Private was doing. Maybe just closing his eyes and praying.

They swerved. It wash't a turn, but a swerve. One second they were in front of us, the next they were halfway to the edge of the street. I breathed out my gasp in relief. Their back wheels just got out of our way right as we past at full speed. I turned my line of sight just long enough to catch a glimpse of who was in the passengers seat. It was Assana. She was emotionless when I saw her. Her lips not even pursed into a duck face look. Just emotionless. Good or bad? I couldn't decide.

I eased my foot gently from the gas. The team all relaxed a little. Rico's knuckles were no longer white from clutching the door handle, but instead turning red again. Kowalski had retreated back to the back, now thankful from not having to hit a van at full speed. Private was shuffling into his seat. I hadn't even realized that he wasn't on his seat.

"Kowalski. Options."

AN: K, sorry it was so short. I had to get a chapter in here. So, the action probably wasn't that good. I'm sorry. Hopefully the next chapter will be longer.