Chapter 6

A/N: Hello! Sorry for taking so long to get this up, but I've been a bit busy. I've tried to make this chapter as exciting as possible so I hope you enjoy it!

So I'll go away now so you can read. Enjoy!

As the police car sped along the highway, sirens blaring, Charlie turned around in her seat to face Marie.

''Whereabouts in the French Alps?' asked Charlie.

Marie peered at the map again, trying to draw a location from it. 'I don't know. It's just a circle on the mountains.'

Charlie also peered at the map. 'Hmm, looks like you're right. We'll just have to head to that area and hike and observe the rest.'

'But how will we do that?' asked Marie.

'Easy. We drive to the specified area, then catch a helicopter to find anything uncharted of suspicious we can investigate.' replied Charlie. 'Then, we drop off and hike the rest of the way.'

Marie thought. 'That'll work.' she said. 'Okay! Let's go!'

Fondue barked as they sped into the distance.

(Scene Break)

They were in his sights.

Napoleon watched the police car rip along the highway from his commandeered vehicle.

'Sir,' one of the Chevaliers asked. 'What shall we do now?'

'We still need them out of the equation as soon as possible.' replied Napoleon. 'Prepare to attack.'

Yes, sir.' answered the Chevalier, who relayed instructions to the Chevaliers in the front seats. They nodded and accelerated.

They will not fail this time.

(Scene Break)

Marie stared at the landscape going by. There was still such a ways to go before they could reach a French Alps.

But how would they find the Reversal Spring? When they got to the mountains, it could be at any number of places. Any location, any cave, it could take them days to find, if Napoleon didn't get there first…

She was still staring blankly out of the window when the sound of screeching tyres and panicked shouts alerted her of her surroundings.

She saw the police officers' panicked eyes as he tried to steer the car to safety, swerving all over the place, making everyone in the car slam into doors, windows or seatbelts. In the wing mirrors, Marie saw the cause for this.

Chasing them down was a black van, Marie noted with a start that there were Chevaliers in the front seats, the one riding shotgun opening his window.

But the given name became a horrid reality when the Chevalier held a machine gun out of the window.

Charlie also saw this in the wing mirror. 'Faster, Faster, FASTER, FASTER!' she screamed, as the police officer floored the accelerator. The car shot forward, sirens thankfully blaring, warning neighbouring cars to get out of the way, just in time as the Chevaliers' machine gun emptied. The police car swerved and swerved again to avoid the lead at their figurative heels. Once the gun had emptied, the group had a few vital seconds to get away while the Chevalier reloaded his gun, which they planned to put to good use.

They police car tore along the highway, frightened civilians making way to let them pass while they fled for the side lanes. Not intending to let them get away, the Chevalier commandeered van raced along after it, bee lining for the conspicuous blue-and-white and flashing lights.

Raphael was watching them speed closer and closer from the back window, the menacing faces looming closer and closer. They were almost upon them now, the machine gun almost loaded. Even with the police car going full throttle, they wouldn't be able to escape the bullets.

It was then with a sickening ironic horror he saw Napoleon climb to the front seats, pistol in hand. He raised it and smirked, confident he would win.

Raphael had a second to groan inwardly at the fact he was always staring down the barrels of guns.

The next second was filled with the shattering of glass. Napoleon's bullet pierced the windscreen of his van, going through the back window and windscreen of the police car. Luckily, everyone had the sense to duck as the glass rained down on them.

By now, the machine gun was fully loaded and ready to fire, the barrel stuck out of the already shattered windscreen and spewing bullets. Once again, the police car was swerving as best as it could to dodge the oncoming storm of lead. They were certainly on the back foot now, seriously needing protection, a weapon or both to get out of the predicament, lest they would be stuck in the endless cycle until one of them ran out of fuel, which was most likely to be the police car, or bullets, but it looked like Napoleon had plenty left.

Charlie was rummaging through the contents of the car, determined to find something to defend themselves with. She opened the glove box to find a pistol stashed there. Why didn't anyone think of this before? Sure, it didn't have too many shots in it and Napoleon's men definitely had the upper hand, but she could make it work.

She unbuckled her seatbelt and climbed across the seats to the smashed rear window. Marie watched on, worried, as Charlie took aim at the wheels of the following van.

And she fired.

At first, Napoleon and his Chevaliers were confused, wondering why she wasn't firing at them. They then realised with a start that she was firing at the tyres, trying to make them stop. The van swerved to try and avoid the oncoming bullets, but too late as the damage was already done. The van shuddered to a stop and an angry Napoleon and Chevaliers climbed out of the van, making lots of citizens swerve to avoid running them over and angrier citizens honk their horns at their timing as they walked across the highway, thinking of what to do next.

Charlie breathed a sigh of relief as she climbed back into her seat. The bullet-hole ridden police car with the smashed windows rocketed into the distance, not easing off the accelerator until they were sure Napoleon wasn't coming after them.

(Scene Break)

At the nearest service station, the police car pulled over. Many onlookers gawked at the state of the car, but under Charlie's firm glare they all resumed their business. Charlie dialled her father's work number and listened to it ringing until he picked up.

'Hello?' she started. 'We might need a new car…'

A/N: So I hope you enjoyed that chapter!

I would like to thank all the reviewers who take the time to tell me how I am doing; it's nice to know people read this story!

So, until next chapter! (French police cars ARE blue and white, aren't they?)