So, I honestly don’t know what this is supposed to be. It started out as a random thought and then I got three pages into it and began to wonder where it was headed.

Give it a read, and comment if you want with suggestions as to where this should go. I’m a little stuck myself.

Willy knew the drill and rather enjoyed it. Stephen and the other three all knew the drill too. But they weren’t enjoying it so much this time. Someone was on their tail. The five men were driving five identical silver SUV’s down Interstate 12, and only William’s was a decoy. If anyone got too close to the other four he’d have to raise a distraction or sidetrack the pursuers. Why he enjoyed this he had no idea. His radio crackled and he strained his ears to pick up the words.

“Dark green Focus coming up behind.” That was Stephen’s voice, and he sounded worried.

Willy sighed and looked in his rear view mirror. Yep. A car was trailing them at a good distance. Slowing down, he allowed all four of his buddies to pass him. The green Focus was getting closer as if it was accelerating gently. Once he could make out the license plate, Will radioed to the others.

“Just six figures. We’re good. This dude’s from Arkansas.”

“Stay behind us anyhow, Unit six,” ordered Stephen.

Willy broke out the gum and root beer as there wasn’t much else in to do. No black sports cars with European license plates to be seen. He might as well open the chips too.

Bennet’s voice came over the line from base. “Reports of twelve 112i Commendatores merging on I64.”

“Twelve?” Willy sounded thrilled.

“You heard me. Twelve. It’s time to split boys. They’ll be in your mirrors in about seven minutes.”

Stephen’s voice was strained, “Unit two, take the next exit North and unit three, take the next exit South. Unit eight, follow me Northeast. Unit six, you know the drill. Get all twelve on your tail if you can.”

“Right on, sir,” said Willy. At least he’d finished his root beer.

Exit 239 was on their left, and unit two broke off from the rest, switching his headlights off and accelerating down the ramp.

“Unit two heading North. Only a few truckers on the road as I can tell.”

“Take the predetermine route to Gamma42. We’ll meet you there,” responded Stephen.

A few minutes later and unit three exited right and radioed in. “Unit eight headed South.”

“Find a place to lay low for a little while and then double back around and copy unit two,” said Stephen.

A glare of lights hit Willy’s mirrors. Looking back he could make out a wave of six black cars, all low to the ground, cresting a small rise in the ground. Willy grabbed his transmitter.

“We’ve got company. You might wanna speed up a little and make sure your headlights are off… not that that will help much in this situation. But it’s protocol.”

There wasn’t a response for a few seconds and then Stephen’s voice came over. “Unit eight, unit eight, take the next ramp and follow drill. You’re gonna have to do this solo. I’m having car trouble.”

“Roger,” and unit eight turned off interstate 12.

“Unit six, you still with me?” asked Stephen.

“Behind you every step big boy,” said Willy.

“I’m gonna have to make it with… never mind my front left tire just blew. You gotta come pick me up.”

William could see the SUV swerve suddenly and pull off to the right shoulder. Time was precious, and the six were gaining on them, making Willy wonder where the other six were. With a screech or brakes he stopped right behind the now disabled vehicle and Stephen jumped in the passenger seat.

“Go, go, go,” he said, buckling up with his eyes glued to the side mirror. They burned some rubber getting back on the road but even so they were almost too late. The lead of the six was tailgating them before they reached the speed limit. Two of the pack had stopped over by Stephen’s SUV.

“Do your thing, Willy. Who knows when the other six will show.”

“You’re sure you just want to leave your car here? If they find what’s in it…”

“It’s a chance we gotta take. No way are they gonna get their hands on any of us. We’re not going back. We’ll just hope they don’t find it.”

“That’s a lot of hoping.”

“This ones trying to edge around us. How about trying to loose these guys?”

Willy slammed on the gas, making his vehicle jump and rattle with the suddenness of the increase of speed. The four remaining Commendatores followed suit, accelerating with alarming rapidity. His eyes snapping, Stephen let out a breath as if he’d been holding it for hours.

“We’ve gotta make them call in the other six. With our agents still out there somewhere we can’t give these guys the chance to locate them.”

“So do you want…”

“I want you to lose them. In forty seconds if possible. A minute at most.”

“Are you serious?”

“Just get it done Willy. We didn’t hire you for lip.”

“True. And I don’t get these types of jobs very often.”

“Then do it,” muttered Stephen.

“You might want to make sure your seatbelt is tight.”

“Rodger.”

“No one’s ahead of us? I’m going to keep my eyes on my mirrors for now so please let me know if something happens ahead of me.”

“Oh sure. Anytime.”

The four blacks cars were taking all four lanes, with the two in the middle a few car lengths ahead of the two in the outer lanes. With his foot pressing constantly on the gas, Willy created his own lane, splitting the middle ones.

“I’m assuming you’re-”

“Finding a gap, yes I am. I did this sort of thing back on the dirt tracks at home before I reached celebrity status. I know how much you appreciate the value of childhood memories at stressful times like these.”

“Do I need to brief you AGAIN on what’s at stake here? And do you have any idea how fast you’re going?”

“Let me guess. 96.”

“More like 95.”

“Hold on, boss, the middle two have cracked,” said Willy suddenly.

The middle black cars had gained a bit more ground and were alarmingly close, but they had also pulled apart a little more than usual. Willy took a breath and hit his brakes. Stephen thought his neck was going to snap. The four Commendatores shot past them.

Willy flipped a tight u-turn, crossed the median to the other side of the interstate and began driving in the opposite direction. With a grimace, Stephen felt his neck carefully, moving his head up and down. After checking that his head was still attached to his neck he shot a glance at Willy who was chewing on his thumbnail.

“What did you do to this thing? Our standard SUVs can’t handle anything like what you just did.”

“You told me I could soup this thing up.”

“But I didn’t know you turned it into a bat-mobile. Don’t tell me it can fly.”

“That’s about the only thing it can’t do to put it simply.”

“Right.”

“You sure this will draw out the other six?”

“It might. All we can do is hope.”

See? It’s not finished. And I’m not sure what to do next. So please give ideas. I’m up to any!

Love,

Hannah Jo <3

 

p.s. I haven’t proofread this… so pardon glaring mistakes. 🙂