"They're right behind us Ike! Get a move on!"
The laundry truck in which the boys had escaped
in was speeding down the highway. Ike was driving and Speed had decided
to
be the backseat driver in the passenger seat. A clunking sound could be
heard
from the back of the truck.
"I'm driving as fast as I can! What the hell is
that sound back there?"
"I'm not sure Ike. I'll go check it out."
Speed climbed in the back. Seconds later, Speed
found
the answer.
"It's the dead truckdriver. With all the turns
you've
been taking, he's being bounced around back there like a ping pong
ball.
He's not looking too good."
"He's dead you
idiot! Of course he'd not looking too good."
The truck swerved sharply to the right and Speed
and the dead truck driver were thrown against one of the sides of the
truck. Speed was knocked to the floor.
"Hey! Watch it!"
"Hang on back there! There's a little traffic
ahead."
The boys had decided that the backroads were the
way to escape but it did not take long for the police to put a trace
on the laundry truck. Pretty soon, the boys were being chased down the
major interstate with the cops in hot pursuit.
"It's a good thing they filled this puppy with gas!"
Speed announced more bad news from the back of
the truck.
"There's four of them back there now Ike!"
Ike grabbed the wheel and jerked it to the left to
avoid another car. They luckily avoided the car but the other motorist
was
scared by the speeding truck and swerved out of the way. The car
collided
with one of the pursuing police cars.
"That takes care of one of those freaks!"
"Damn traffic, where are these people coming from?
It' not rush hour!"
Another three police cars joined the chase.
"We've got more company!!"
Ike furiously drove in and out of traffic as a voice
announced from a loudspeaker, "This is the police, stop or we will be
forced to
open fire on your vehicle!"
Speed had an idea. He quickly unwrapped the dead
laundry
truck driver and opened one of the back doors. He held the lifeless
corpse
and stood it up in front of him.
"We have a hostage! You come any closer and the
driver is a dead man!"
He slammed the door shut before the cops could get a
closer look at the lifeless body.
"You think they bought it Ike?"
Ike looked out his side mirror as the cruisers began
to back away.
The lead cruiser received a call over his police
radio.
"These boys do not take hostages. Repeat, these
boys do not take hostages. Continue your pursuit!"
The cruisers began to accelerate.
Speed noticed the gap closing a little tighter.
"Ike, they didn't fall for it!"
"Can't you make a diversion or something back
there?"
Speed looked around the back of the laundry truck.
"I think I can handle that!"
Speed opened the doors on the back of the laundry
truck.
"Slow down a bit Ike!"
Speed grabbed a big bag of laundry and threw it out
of the back of the truck onto the highway. A police car swerved to miss
the bag and slammed into another cruiser sending it out of control. It
slammed into a guardrail. Speed picked up another bag and threw it onto
the
windshield of another cruiser blinding the driver. The policeman
frantically
tried to pull over without causing too much trouble. The other
officers,
not knowing what the crazed maniac would throw next, backed their
cruisers
away from the speeding truck.
"Unless you want to take off your clothes, we are
gonna run out of laundry real soon Ike!"
"Get rid of everything you can back there!"
Speed looked down at the last remaining item in the
truck - the dead truck driver.
"Well, he said he wanted a diversion."
Speed pushed the dead driver out of the truck and
onto the highway. The body hit the pavement with the sound of cracking
bones. Cruisers frantically tried to get out of the way as the body
rolled
down the highway. One cruiser ran over the body sending its driver
lunging
forward missing the windshield by an inch.
An unmarked car had finally caught up with the
pursuing
cruisers. It's driver, Captain Morgan, had a very important passenger
sitting
to his immediate right. The Dark Haired Man, in his early fifties and
in
tremendous condition, stared at the fleeing truck.
"Get us close Captain. I don't want that truck out
of our sight."
"You were right about the hostage."
"Unfortunately." The Dark Haired Man somberly
replied.
Meanwhile the boys' plight continued to worsen as
Speed noticed the unmarked car.
"Better get a move on Ike. Guess who's joined in
the chase."
Speed finally made his way to the cab of the truck
and buckled his seat belt.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. When's the
last time you went swimming Speedy?"
"What?"
Ike knew that they needed to get away and get away
quick.
"The longer this chase goes, the less chance of
escape we have. They'll soon have the whole state after us!"
"I thought you said you had everything under control
Ike!"
"Relax wussy-boy, I've got everything figured out!"
"I'm heading for the Aikmen Bridge!"
"Are you crazy Ike? They'll trap us on that thing!"
"When this truck stops, get your ass on the roof.
We're going for a swim!"
Knowing that the alternative meant being shot at
and probably killed, the boys knew that this could be their last
chance. Police cruisers had now blocked the opposite end of the bridge.
"Okay! Here we go! Hang on!"
Ike slowed the truck down and crashed into the side
of the bridge. The boys were jostled but were still ready for more
action.
"Let's go Speed!"
The boys unbuckled their belts and opened the
truck's doors. The police cars finally caught up to the boys but the
kids had
climbed up on top of the truck.
"Remember Speedy: feet first, hold your nose, close
your eyes and cover your balls!"
The cops were out of their cars with their
weapons drawn.
"Stop or we'll shoot!"
The boys smiled at the cops as they jumped over the
bridge's railing splashing into the raging river below.
The Dark Haired Man walked over to the railing and looked down at the water rushing below. He could only shake his head in disbelief.