Eric realized that the black van was following them. An exit, I need an exit, he thought. The wind ripped at his suit jacket and chilled his wrist where blood dripped from his hand down to his elbow. City blocks flashed by, the van only one block behind them.
"Cartman!" yelled Kyle. "Behind us!"
"Yeah, I know 'behind us,' Kahl," drawled Eric.
Eric kept his gaze trained ahead of them, watching for the next turn. One road passed by-a few cars waited at that stoplight. No good. Another opportunity passed by. And another. The van sped closer, until it was right on their tail.
"Cartman!" yelled Kyle.
Now or never. Eric made a hard left at the next light, which burned red above them. The van didn't make the turn, but Eric knew it would make the next one. Alright. Go time.
Eric wished he had music. "Tainted Love" still played on a loop in his head. Eric made another left, speeding back toward the club, past the club, then made another left. A black BMW suddenly pulled out of an alley, tailing right behind them.
"Shit!" Eric yelled, already pulling out his pistol. A woman leaned out the passenger window from the BMW, handgun trained on Eric and Kyle. Before Eric even took aim, Kyle started firing at her.
"You focus on driving!" Kyle ordered, taking a third shot at the woman, who ducked back inside the vehicle.
Right. Eric returned his gun to its holster. With both hands controlling his motorcycle, Eric focused. A mini cooper up ahead sat at the light, waiting patiently for it to change to green. Eric swerved to the right of the car, hopping onto the curb. He could hear Kyle firing behind him, and as Eric returned to the road, he took a moment to turn his head and check on the BMW.
It was still behind them, now with a couple of bullet holes in the windshield. Nice, thought Eric.
He returned his eyes to the road. Eric pulled right to make a sharp turn down another road, then an immediate left into a city park. He zig-zagged between trees, bushes, benches, and drunks before emerging onto another street. Eric had to make a hard right just to avoid crashing straight into a building. He sped down the left side of the road, jumped onto the curb, slowed a bit, and pulled into a dead-end alley, stopping at the end.
Kyle slid off the bike and walked over to the wall nearest them. "Jesus Christ," he said. Kyle cradled his helmet in his arms and stared at Eric.
Eric pulled off his own helmet and stared at Kyle. He cracked a smile and said, "Don't take my Lord's name in vain like that, Kahl."
Kyle huffed.
"Are you okay?" Eric asked, becoming more serious.
"Yeah," Kyle said, "I just… I suppose I wasn't expecting my week to go like this."
"You're a cop, Kahl."
"Yeah, I know I'm a cop. I usually know what I'm getting into before a chase, and I've never been the goddamned hostage in a situation, either." Kyle handed Eric back his helmet. "I'm going to order an Uber."
Eric watched, silent, while Kyle pulled out his phone and began tapping at it. They didn't look at each other while Kyle waited. Eric sat, silent, on his bike. Kyle stood, silent, at the mouth of the alley, not wanting to put himself too far into the light.
After a minute, still facing the street, Kyle spoke. "I assume you're still with the Impossible Mission Force?"
"You shouldn't say that out loud. Ears are everywhere."
"So that's a yes, then?"
Eric remained silent.
A black economy car pulled up to the curb in from of Kyle. He sighed. "I'm sorry, Eric. I still-" Kyle cut himself off.
"Tell Stan I said hi," Eric said, watching Kyle open the car door. "And congrats on the job. He's going to do a lot of good."
Kyle spun around, "Cartman-"
"Go, Kyle."
Kyle hesitated, then climbed into the back seat. Eric's eyes lingered on the car as it drove off. After a few more minutes, Eric pulled his helmet back on, made sure the spare helmet was secure, and drove off in the opposite direction.
This nonsense is just a writing warm-up for me, now.
Also it's officially a Mission: Impossible AU. Welcome.
