SCREECH!
Jack burned rubber, as he held down on the acceleration, commandeering the motorcycle through a steady stream of civilians as they flowed to opposite ends of the street at the sound of violent horsepower.
I gripped tighter around his waist, while occasionally tipping a glance behind us at the close pursuit of Natalya, bearing a now stoic expression as she pressed on.
“Jaaack!” I yelled, trying to gain his attention, my voice vibrating from the vehicle and the wind.
“I know!” Jack yelled back, glancing at his side mirror and aiming his gaze at our pursuer.
Racing down the line, Jack titled the motorcycle, skidding us down a new path, with Natalya hot on our trail. This time was even less pleasant, as oncoming traffic honked at us, while Jack swerved away from near miss, after near miss.
“I don’t like this!” I yelled.
“You don’t like a lot of things!” Jack shouted back.
“No, just oncoming traffic,” I snapped back.
“Uh oh,” Jack said.
“Uh oh?” I repeated, pushing the whipping hair out of my eyes. Suddenly, recognition, as police cars barricaded the intersection of the street. “Uh oh.”
“Hold on,” Jack said, before sharply turning us down a narrow alleyway, bumping us and skirting us along in the tight space.
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“Maybe there’s a better way?” I said.
“Tell me when you come up with one,” Jack said.
I looked back to find Natalya gone. “I think we lost her.”
“That’s even less comforting,” Jack said, as we popped out of the alleyway and drifted onto a new street, heading down toward an old ornate bridge that led out of the city. Some idle construction work and vehicles sat near the end of the road.
Suddenly, Natalya appeared right beside us. “Stand down, traitors,” she said in her always alluring accent.
“Takes one to know one!” I yelled back,
suddenly realizing that was not the optimal, nor accurate, thing to say...since we weren’t traitors!
At that, Natalya reached around her waist and unveiled a handgun.
“Uh oh,” I yelled aloud to Jack.
“There have been far too many of those all ready,” Jack said of my words, as he hopped the motorcycle up along a sidewalk, random denizens diving out of the way and hugging the walls of nearby buildings.
“Jack!” I yelped.
Natalya retracted her gun and focused on driving, trying to cut us off somehow.
“We’re almost home free,” Jack yelled, eying the bridge.
“In what world!” I squeezed him tight, while peaking forward, as we closed on the bridge.
Sirens screamed as multiple police cars pulled out of nowhere and coalesced in front of the bridge to block it.
“Oh for god’s—“ Jack said, cutting himself off, before spotting something in the road. “Wait a second. Can you hold on tight?”
“I think I’ve been doing a pretty good job of it so far!”
“You might have to do a little better.”
“What?!”
Suddenly, Jack gunned the motorcycle, while I held on with all of my strength, as he veered in front of Natalya, sending her off into another direction entirely to correct herself and stopping her motorcycle with a skid, and we barreled toward the other end of the street.
“What are you—“ I shouted, before stopping, as I spotted a makeshift ramp used by the construction workers. “Uh oh!”
At that, we were up and in the air, hurtling over the police cars, with decent air time and my heart in my throat.
I was mightily jolted as the wheels crashed down to earth, but held on tighter than I ever had, and we continued motoring along the empty bridge, our pursuers left in the dust.
I breathed a heavy sigh of relief, my thoughts suddenly turning to Angus as well, and wondering our next course of action.
“I told you,” Jack said.
I stifled a laugh into his strong trap muscles, before silence overcame us and a brooding, ominous feeling. “Jack...where do we go from here.”
Jack held quiet for a moment, the droning hum of the motorcycle even fading in the background to some degree.
“I...don’t know.”
