right.” “Dad,” Meredith said loudly. We just got off of 95 at Augusta and we’re on Route 3.” “I know where you’re at honey. Listen BT, that’s a great place for an ambush, there’s nowhere to turn off. Have they seen you?” “That would be an affirmative,” BT said.
“ O kay, how far away are you from them?” “Quarter mile tops, and they’ve both entered their cars, so by the time we whip a U-turn and get out of here, they’ll be right on us. And to make it even funner, they look like they’re driving the old school 442 Interceptors, we can’t outrun them,” “Why would we want to outrun the cops?” Angel asked BT.
“Ryan, get your sister’s seatbelt back on, please,” Tracy requested quietly.
“Come on sis. Sit back down.” Angel fidgeted and squirmed but finally acquiesced to her older brother.
“This is so cool, we’re going to run from the cops,” Sty said with a glint in his eye.
“Shut up you idiot,” Ryan said as he punched his friend in the arm.
“You’re on a straightaway BT, they did it on purpose,” Ron said. “My suggestion is to go straight at them. I’ll get in my truck now and head your way. With the speeds we’re going to be going you only need to hold them off for forty minutes before some help gets there.” “That might be thirty-nine minutes too late. They’re rolling, Ron.” BT said softly.
“I’m leaving now,” Ron said. “I have a radio in the truck, stay in touch, tell Meredith to stay on Route 3 even when she gets to the Route 1 turn off. Let’s see if we can give these assholes something to think about. Out.” “You hear that, right?” BT asked Meredith. She nodded. “Glad you came now?”
“Not so much,” Meredith told him honestly.
BT turned to Tracy . Her knuckles were glowing stark white on the steering wheel. “ Tracy ,” BT said. She turned towards him. “When they get within a hundred feet or so, I’m going to give you the signal to go. Once we get past them, I’m going to have you stay in the lead and Maria Andretti here,” he said tapping Meredith on the shoulder, “is going to stay between you and the cruisers. You got that?” Tracy nodded imperceptibly. “Just stay on Route 3, don’t slow down for anything. If anything happens to us you keep going, you understand? You keep those kids safe.” Tracy ’s face nearly matched her knuckles. “This might be nothing,” “Do you believe that?” Tracy asked BT.
“Not at all,” he answered.
The two cop cars rolled to a halt within a hundred or so yards from Meredith and Tracy. “Citizens. this is Officer Gibson of the Portland Police Department, I am going to need to have all of the occupants of those two cars exit and lay flat down on the pavement,” the authoritative voice issued forth from the megaphone mounted under the hood.
“I can see the barrels of a couple of rifles in the first car,” Meredith whispered. “It’s like they’re hiding or something.” “I’m pretty sure they can’t hear you,” BT said. “But on a worse note, only people that are doing something wrong need to hide.” “Citizens,” Officer Gibson’s voice said again. “Flash your headlights if you heard and understand my instructions.” Meredith looked over to BT. He nodded. Anything that bought them a few extra moments was fine. She flipped her headlights on, as did Tracy .
The first car crept up another hundred yards. ‘Officer Gibson’ stepped out, the car microphone still in hand. “Red Subaru, I want you and your occupants to exit first. Slowly,” he added.
Tracy looked over to BT. He nodded in the negative.
“NOW!” Officer Gibson shouted through the megaphone.
BT got out of Meredith’s car, puffing himself as large as possible trying to impose fear. It worked. Officer Gibson took an involuntary step back and placed his hand on the hilt of his holstered weapon.
“I said the Subaru first,” the officer said sharply.
“Yeah, they aren’t much in a
“ O kay, how far away are you from them?” “Quarter mile tops, and they’ve both entered their cars, so by the time we whip a U-turn and get out of here, they’ll be right on us. And to make it even funner, they look like they’re driving the old school 442 Interceptors, we can’t outrun them,” “Why would we want to outrun the cops?” Angel asked BT.
“Ryan, get your sister’s seatbelt back on, please,” Tracy requested quietly.
“Come on sis. Sit back down.” Angel fidgeted and squirmed but finally acquiesced to her older brother.
“This is so cool, we’re going to run from the cops,” Sty said with a glint in his eye.
“Shut up you idiot,” Ryan said as he punched his friend in the arm.
“You’re on a straightaway BT, they did it on purpose,” Ron said. “My suggestion is to go straight at them. I’ll get in my truck now and head your way. With the speeds we’re going to be going you only need to hold them off for forty minutes before some help gets there.” “That might be thirty-nine minutes too late. They’re rolling, Ron.” BT said softly.
“I’m leaving now,” Ron said. “I have a radio in the truck, stay in touch, tell Meredith to stay on Route 3 even when she gets to the Route 1 turn off. Let’s see if we can give these assholes something to think about. Out.” “You hear that, right?” BT asked Meredith. She nodded. “Glad you came now?”
“Not so much,” Meredith told him honestly.
BT turned to Tracy . Her knuckles were glowing stark white on the steering wheel. “ Tracy ,” BT said. She turned towards him. “When they get within a hundred feet or so, I’m going to give you the signal to go. Once we get past them, I’m going to have you stay in the lead and Maria Andretti here,” he said tapping Meredith on the shoulder, “is going to stay between you and the cruisers. You got that?” Tracy nodded imperceptibly. “Just stay on Route 3, don’t slow down for anything. If anything happens to us you keep going, you understand? You keep those kids safe.” Tracy ’s face nearly matched her knuckles. “This might be nothing,” “Do you believe that?” Tracy asked BT.
“Not at all,” he answered.
The two cop cars rolled to a halt within a hundred or so yards from Meredith and Tracy. “Citizens. this is Officer Gibson of the Portland Police Department, I am going to need to have all of the occupants of those two cars exit and lay flat down on the pavement,” the authoritative voice issued forth from the megaphone mounted under the hood.
“I can see the barrels of a couple of rifles in the first car,” Meredith whispered. “It’s like they’re hiding or something.” “I’m pretty sure they can’t hear you,” BT said. “But on a worse note, only people that are doing something wrong need to hide.” “Citizens,” Officer Gibson’s voice said again. “Flash your headlights if you heard and understand my instructions.” Meredith looked over to BT. He nodded. Anything that bought them a few extra moments was fine. She flipped her headlights on, as did Tracy .
The first car crept up another hundred yards. ‘Officer Gibson’ stepped out, the car microphone still in hand. “Red Subaru, I want you and your occupants to exit first. Slowly,” he added.
Tracy looked over to BT. He nodded in the negative.
“NOW!” Officer Gibson shouted through the megaphone.
BT got out of Meredith’s car, puffing himself as large as possible trying to impose fear. It worked. Officer Gibson took an involuntary step back and placed his hand on the hilt of his holstered weapon.
“I said the Subaru first,” the officer said sharply.
“Yeah, they aren’t much in a
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