At someone's suggestion I can not remember who, I decided to revisit Jackson Kitchen supplies to see what I could find out about the fridges that were purposely destroyed by Billy & Red. Louise asked if she could come, I think she was still feeling little annoyed at her last field trip and hoped she could make up for it. My car yet again was out of commission so we opted for Louise's, which as it turned out did not want to start. As Louise was taking her frustration out on her tyres a yellow taxi came down the street (there are not many yellow taxis in the UK), I waved it down.
Odd to see an American taxi in Britain, I gave the address to the driver through the somewhat rusty grill. Sitting back I tried to relax, Louise however wanted to open a window said it was hot and stuffy. Neither of the back windows appear to open, I leaned forward to asked the driver only to see the driver wave a nasty looking gun in my direction, “I'd sit back if I were you. The boss don't like his seats messed up with blood stains and its muggins here that has clean it up every time, so sit back and enjoy the ride. Its a fair trip back to the zone.” Louise immediately asked, “The zone?” The driver did not reply to Louise. The doors were locked too.
I looked ahead and saw that the road was clear for the moment, I whispered to Louise to get down. I braced myself against the seat and smashed the grill with my foot. The grill gave a bit but not much, I tried again. “What the frak are you doing!” the driver shouted, I knew he would have a problem driving and pointing the gun at the same time. Okay I was being a little reckless but there was no way I was going any where near the zone except on my own terms and with a decent escape plan. I tried again this time with both my feet, the whole grill gave way knocking the driver's head, I saw that the gun was pointing down. Then I heard the gun go off, the car swerved and a lorry that was not there before was forced off the road smashing straight into a bill-board.
Trying to grab the gun from the driver it went off again, the windscreen shattered and I saw that the driver was bleeding from his leg. The driver was no longer paying attention to road in front of us, though he still had the gun. A car was heading straight for us, I shouted at the driver, “TURN THE WHEEL!” He suddenly became aware of our impending doom before us and he turned the wheel, sending us off up a side street which I noticed had a bridge sign. The car then hit several “Bridge Closed” barriers, not that far ahead was a definite lack of bridge. I grabbed at the gun again whilst he was distracted, it went off once more. I heard a ricochet sound and the driver fell forwards onto the steering wheel and his foot went hard down on the accelerator peddle.
I looked back at Louise, no bloody seat belts. I tried to pull the driver off wheel but he held it in a vice like grip. I looked forward, the gap was not that big we might make it. The car was gathering speed, allowing for head winds and any demented ducks which happened to be flying past, we should...
We both let out a yell as the car leapt the gap with the enthusiasm of a demented duck trying to avoid a passing car.
Hitting the other side with the force that made all four tyres burst and the false teeth of the dead man fly out of his mouth. The car continued on at a slower pace. I climbed over into the front seat, blood was running down my into my eyes, I must of hit my head when we landed. I tried moving the man, no go! He was as stiff as a rock cake in a snowstorm.
I yanked on the handbrake, the engine screamed and the car lurched. There was a small “thud” sound and the car stopped. I checked that Louise was okay and then helped her out and away from the car just in case it caught fire. Looking back I saw the remains of a duck on the front bumber.
Police at this point decided to turn up and arrest us both...
I will continue the story later, my head still hurts. Louise says she will post up a new file she has received.
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