Back to the Future 4
The Future is Unwritten
Chapter 5
November 13th 1995 1:25 am
A car drives to the entrance of River Road tunnel. The tunnel was always quiet this late at night. Perfect place for a shady business deal. Doc steps out the passenger door and hands Marty a walkie talkie. "Okay Marty take this and stay in touch. I will walk you through the whole exchange okay?" Marty nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't know about this doc. I wish we could just talk to the cops or something. I mean I don't exactly have very fond memories of this tunnel."
"Don't worry Marty this will be nothing like the time with the Sports Almanac. Just follow my plans exactly to the letter and everything should be just fine." The doc closes the door and runs down the tunnel. Reaching the end, he Turns one last time to wave before disappearing into a nearby bush. Marty shakes his head and grips his sweaty palms onto the wheel.. "Okay Marty." He whispers to himself. "You can do this." He looks down at the green gym bag laying on the floorboard. "All you have to do is give the gym bag to some psychotic gangster and get back Sylvia- and possibly get murdered in the process. No problem." Marty checks his watch. It was still on the 1985 time of 3:15 pm. School would of just got out about now he thought. I could be out with Jennifer right now having fun at the mall. Drinking Orange Julius's in the food court, but instead here I am stuck in 1995 about to do a hostage exchange for my brothers future daughter. How in the heck do I get into these messes. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the buzz of the walkie talkie.
"Marty! Do you read me? Over." Marty picks it up and presses the receiver.
"Roger Doc I read you. Over."
"Okay Marty. I see some headlights coming your way. This may be them Over."
"Copy that Doc. Over and out."
Just as the doc said, Lights suddenly appeared coming towards him from the other end of the tunnel. The lights belong to a black town-car creeping slowly. The car comes to a stop a few feet away and the doors opened. Two large men step out from the back seat along with a young girl. Maybe twelve years old by her looks. The men stood in front of there car waiting. Marty reached over next to him grabbing the bag and climbed out from his car. Together they meet in the middle. Both standing in silence. Then the passenger door of the black town-car opened and out stepped Mr. Cohen. He was clean shaven hair slicked back. Obviously the man in charge of the other two goons holding the girl. "Good evening." The man says walking up lighting a cigar. "E-Evening." Marty replies nervously. "Well, looks like you got what we agreed upon and I got the young lady. Like I promised." The man said grinning through his teeth. "So, go ahead kid. Pass it over and we can all call it a night." Marty shakes his head. "N-No. You send her over first. Then the bag." The man laughs. "What do you think this is? a movie? Who do you think you are? Clint Eastwood?" The men begin to laugh. "I'm sorry kid, but I don't listen to little punks like you. We get the bag first. Then the girl and that's the way it's gotta be." Marty looks down at the bag listening to the laughter then slowly pierces his gaze back towards the men. "Fine. Than no deal." Marty says confidently. Mr Cohen's eyebrows raise. "No deal?" He asks surprised. "Yeah, Are ya deaf and stupid? No deal. Not Unless you handover the girl right now." Mr. Cohen looks towards his men then back over towards Marty. He begins to chuckle to himself. "Heh, Alright tough guy. Have it your way." He turns to one of the men and says. "Well boys, You heard him. Give em the girl." "Yes sir." The goon says. The girl frightened and confused is untied at the wrists and shoved towards Marty. She slowly makes her way over to him crying and sobbing the whole while not even recognizing her young uncle.
"There ya go. You got the girl. Now give us the device." Mr. Cohen says. Marty lets Sylvia into the car and closes the door. He turns back towards the men and carry's the bag to them. "You can check it if you want, Its in there." The goons grab the bag and look inside. They see a large cylinder filed with wires. Marty turns around back towards the car. "Just a minute." Mr Cohen says. I can't let you leave till you show us how it works." Marty laughs. "Figure that out yourselves. I did my part." Mr. Cohen motions to one of the men who hands him a gun. "Well, then what use are you." A gunshot flashes from the muzzle and Marty is knocked down to the ground. Shot point blank in the back. "Hows it feel kid? Being shot in the back for something potentially worth eighty billion dollars." Three more shots ring out as he puts more slugs into his back. "Well-" Mr. Cohen says turning to the others. "Looks like Mr. Eastwood didn't feel so lucky after all." The men laugh and walk back towards their car. Mr Cohen pushes the others aside and open up the bag.
He looks over the device noticing a switch on the side. "Heh, who needs a scientist to operate this. The switch is right here. He flips the switch and as he does a giant burst of electricity is shot out of the device flooding the tunnel in a brilliant fluorescent blue beam. The tunnel lights get overloaded and shatter one by one until the entire tunnel is pitch black. Mr. Cohen and his men fall to the ground stunned. Footsteps are heard running as well as a car door and the start of an engine. The lights slowly begin to flicker and turn back on just as Mr. Cohen begins to regain his senses. He looked back to the young boys body and to his surprise, Marty and the car he came is speeding backwards out of the tunnel. "Get back in the car!" Mr. Cohen shouts. Marty's car flies out of the tunnel in reverse and spins around. He reaches into his jacket and rips off the bullet proof vest Doc had given him before the meeting. He looks behind him seeing Mr. Cohen climbing into his car and floors it down the road. He just barely misses a tow truck coming around the corner as he looks back ahead. The truck honks and swerves to miss him. Mr Cohen and his goons are not far behind and also cause the truck to swerve only this time the truck hits the shoulder and ramps off down into a field filled with fresh manure. Biff falls out of the tow truck into the manure slipping and shouting. "Son of a.. They wrecked my truck!" He looks up at the cars speeding off. "I'm gonna get these butt-heads right now." Biff reaches into the truck grabbing his radio.
Meanwhile. Marty is edging closer to town and telling his future niece to stay down under the floorboards. Mr. Cohen and his men start riding his tail. "I'm gonna kill him!" Mr. Cohen shouts as he pulls out his gun and takes aim. He takes fire, shattering the rear window. Marty tries to keep his head down. Another shot takes out his mirror.
Frantically Marty grabs his walkie talkie. "Doc! Doc are you there?!" No answer. The two cars both turn down a steep curvy mountain just on the outskirts of Hill Valley. "Ram Him!" Mr. Cohen shouts. The goon driving turns to him. "But boss, If I ram him off the side, the girl dies too!" "I don't care!" Mr Cohen shouts. He reaches over and Floors the gas pedal. "If any of them reach the cops I'm ruined!" Marty frantically tries to stay ahead of The goons, but they are right on his tail. He tries the walkie talkie again. "Doc are you there? Please I need you! I got Sylvia and they are trying to kill us! Doc?! Doc?! Where are you!?"
Continued in Chapter 6