by Doc 42 » Fri Aug 08, 2008 2:25 am
Just as the flash drive was finishing its work, Fitz's phone buzzed, he flicked it up to his hear, Blankos voice crackleing through "Fitz, you got hunters on your ***, make like a cat and get!" Fitz groaned "aww sh**!" He pulled the flash drive out of the computer, just as it was beeping its completion.
He stuffed it into his pocket and called Trix, saying "Trix!" She answered "Hunters!" He added "Escape!" She quickly said "Get away vehicle!" He quickly exclaimed "Mortorbike!" Trix finished "Impound garage under station! Get moving!"
Fitz hung up and broke into a run, feet pounding off the floor, torch casting shadows all over the corridors of the police station. He kicked open a fire escape door, rushing down the stairs, passing the first floor... passing the ground floor... Finally bursting through the garage door... He looked around as if in a frenzy, Trix rushing through a door on the opposite side of the small area litered with vehicles. She waved some keys and gestured towards a bright green racing bike on the far side of the room.
Fitz's face fell when he saw the slight limp in how she moved.... As they neared the bike he said worriedly "Whats up, where'd you get hit?" She lifted a hand from her stomach, the black fabric stained red. She groaned weakly "Stomach.... Hurts like a bi**h..." Fitz swore, he took the keys off her and hopped onto the bike, feeling Trix sitting down behind him. He rammed the key into the ignition, started the engine, quickly wheel the bike back then gunned the accelerator, the bike lurching foreward, engineing roaring. He had hoped Trix would drive so he could pick off any pursuers, he had a better shot....
The bike zipped up the garage drive way, out into the night....

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