the
ground. They hit the street below, sliding somewhat and Lucas fought to correct
it. Trying to lose their tail, he steered the vehicle across the lanes of
incoming traffic and turned right to drive down along a street adjacent to
Alexander Gardens, past the Metro station. It was a tight fit as Lucas tried to
avoid hitting a row of tightly parked cars.
Elena
resisted the urge to shut her eyes, the cars blurring as they sped past. If her
window had been down she could probably have reached out and touched them. She
could see the busy intersection up ahead. She looked to her right at her side
mirror again and behind her she could see the black GMC once more gaining on
them.
She
fought the urge to gulp, grabbing hold of the hand brace above her door with
one hand while the other one pressed hard against the glove box in an attempt
to keep from smacking into the dashboard.
The
Chevrolet protested the speed at which Lucas executed a hard left at the end of
the street, going around the sharp turn on two wheels amidst squealing tires
and burning rubber. Lucas never eased off the accelerator, immediately
correcting the steering wheel as he brought them into another tight alley. He
spun the wheel quickly, narrowly avoiding plowing into a dumpster.
Jesus,
were these guys ever going to give up? he thought, as the Government vehicles followed
them down the street, gaining on them at an alarming rate. An admirable trait unless
you were the one under pursuit. Lucas kept his eyes on the road. There wasn’t a
lot of wiggle room, he couldn’t afford to crash. The SVR boys would be on them
like bees to honey. Then he would be screwed and so would Elena and that
couldn’t happen. He gripped the steering wheel harder, he was downright pissed
off. He hadn’t had any sleep the previous night, waiting for Elena to show up,
he was cold and hungry. He was miles away from his country and his friends,
people who believed in him and knew he was a good guy. He had practically
kidnapped Elena from her apartment and involved her in God only knows what. He
was seriously going to go Clint Eastwood on the ass of the person responsible. They
sure as hell won’t be feeling lucky.
At
least Elena wasn’t complaining. She had been a downright trouper through the
entire affair. It couldn’t be easy on her. She barely knew him. Didn’t know the
kind of person he was. He would have to ask her one day why she put her trust
in him. But now wasn’t the time.
Pop.
Pop.
Fuck.
Didn’t these guys ever run out of bullets? He can’t be up so high on their shit
list to warrant such a response. Could he? What the hell has he stumbled upon?
Pop.
Pop.
He
felt the back tire deflate. Someone got in a lucky shot. He fought to control
the car as they drove past the Kremlin, between the building and the Moska
River. The SVR tail came up behind, undaunted by the narrowness of the street,
pushing their speed higher in an attempt to catch up with them.
The
black terrain - finally having gained on them since Lucas didn’t want to risk
colliding with anything in the small street by going at a ridiculous speed - clipped
the tail of the Chevrolet causing it to spin around a few times hitting the
larger SUV as it did so. The force of the impact causing the Terrain to flip
over before eventually ramming the Chevrolet’s right side into the wall of a
nearby structure, the car sat idling.
Elena
felt like she was going to throw up, her head was still spinning and her heart
was thumping in her throat. Lucas turned to face her, his eyes surveying her
for any damage. He looked relieved so she assumed she wasn’t bleeding or dying.
Things could be looking up.
“Elena?
Are you alright?” he asked, concern clear in his voice.
She
caught her breath. “Do all American’s drive like that?”
Lucas
grinned. “Only the good ones.”
He
got out of the car and waited for her to shimmy over from the passenger side
and exit through the driver’s door since her side was
ground. They hit the street below, sliding somewhat and Lucas fought to correct
it. Trying to lose their tail, he steered the vehicle across the lanes of
incoming traffic and turned right to drive down along a street adjacent to
Alexander Gardens, past the Metro station. It was a tight fit as Lucas tried to
avoid hitting a row of tightly parked cars.
Elena
resisted the urge to shut her eyes, the cars blurring as they sped past. If her
window had been down she could probably have reached out and touched them. She
could see the busy intersection up ahead. She looked to her right at her side
mirror again and behind her she could see the black GMC once more gaining on
them.
She
fought the urge to gulp, grabbing hold of the hand brace above her door with
one hand while the other one pressed hard against the glove box in an attempt
to keep from smacking into the dashboard.
The
Chevrolet protested the speed at which Lucas executed a hard left at the end of
the street, going around the sharp turn on two wheels amidst squealing tires
and burning rubber. Lucas never eased off the accelerator, immediately
correcting the steering wheel as he brought them into another tight alley. He
spun the wheel quickly, narrowly avoiding plowing into a dumpster.
Jesus,
were these guys ever going to give up? he thought, as the Government vehicles followed
them down the street, gaining on them at an alarming rate. An admirable trait unless
you were the one under pursuit. Lucas kept his eyes on the road. There wasn’t a
lot of wiggle room, he couldn’t afford to crash. The SVR boys would be on them
like bees to honey. Then he would be screwed and so would Elena and that
couldn’t happen. He gripped the steering wheel harder, he was downright pissed
off. He hadn’t had any sleep the previous night, waiting for Elena to show up,
he was cold and hungry. He was miles away from his country and his friends,
people who believed in him and knew he was a good guy. He had practically
kidnapped Elena from her apartment and involved her in God only knows what. He
was seriously going to go Clint Eastwood on the ass of the person responsible. They
sure as hell won’t be feeling lucky.
At
least Elena wasn’t complaining. She had been a downright trouper through the
entire affair. It couldn’t be easy on her. She barely knew him. Didn’t know the
kind of person he was. He would have to ask her one day why she put her trust
in him. But now wasn’t the time.
Pop.
Pop.
Fuck.
Didn’t these guys ever run out of bullets? He can’t be up so high on their shit
list to warrant such a response. Could he? What the hell has he stumbled upon?
Pop.
Pop.
He
felt the back tire deflate. Someone got in a lucky shot. He fought to control
the car as they drove past the Kremlin, between the building and the Moska
River. The SVR tail came up behind, undaunted by the narrowness of the street,
pushing their speed higher in an attempt to catch up with them.
The
black terrain - finally having gained on them since Lucas didn’t want to risk
colliding with anything in the small street by going at a ridiculous speed - clipped
the tail of the Chevrolet causing it to spin around a few times hitting the
larger SUV as it did so. The force of the impact causing the Terrain to flip
over before eventually ramming the Chevrolet’s right side into the wall of a
nearby structure, the car sat idling.
Elena
felt like she was going to throw up, her head was still spinning and her heart
was thumping in her throat. Lucas turned to face her, his eyes surveying her
for any damage. He looked relieved so she assumed she wasn’t bleeding or dying.
Things could be looking up.
“Elena?
Are you alright?” he asked, concern clear in his voice.
She
caught her breath. “Do all American’s drive like that?”
Lucas
grinned. “Only the good ones.”
He
got out of the car and waited for her to shimmy over from the passenger side
and exit through the driver’s door since her side was
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