Chapter 17
By BBI Fiero
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"cRAAssHhh!? ?a shower of wood and metal shards blew aside as the Hum-vee smashed through the garage doors? ?I LIKE 4-WHEEL DRIVE !?, yelled Perfect-Tommy as he steered the vehicle out of the chop-shop. Grinning, he made a naughty hand gesture out the window.
The death dwarf was jumping up and down in the background far behind them in frustration.
?Keep your eyes on the road?, mumbled Rawhide.
?Huh? Yea, sure,?hey where to??
?Hold your horses-? Rawhide was on the Go-phone listening with an earbud. ?WW-1 is ahead of us a few miles, but Banzai says there?s a road block between us and the Airport?.seems the recent snowfall has caused some hazard."
Perfect-Tommy gave the dashboard a pound with the bottom of ?D@mn, if it?s not one thing , it?s anoth-"
?But he claims the authorities has given us permission to bypass??
?Allright!?wait a sec, the Bus will never-"
?I know- That?s? where WE come in.?
?Gotcha,?
The young Hong Kong Cavalier drove on ignoring Rawhide reaching under the seat. Pulling out a concealed laptop, he turned on the dashboard computer. A Navigational Map appeared with coord?s and several dots. PT took glances while speeding down the road
?What do you need that for? We know where-?
?I?m going to study the terrain between the roadblock and the airport, try to see what options we have while you drive.?
?Right?I knew that?
Several minutes later, Reno Nevada waved to the humvee as it approached.
An officer had pointed to where their party was waiting. The traffic had started dying down as the officers redirected the vehicles onwards.
Dr. Banzai and the Hong Kong Cavalier were standing outside World Watch One. They were outfitted with backpacks and rifles.
Inside the Bus, Pinky Cruthers was busy tuning a guitar while TommyBoy operated the ham radio. She had updated Dr. Sidney Zweibel on their status and was now communicating with Airport personnel.
Rawhide opened the door of the Hum-vee and stepped out. Buckaroo waited until Reno, Perfect-Tommy and his closest friend gathered.
P.T. blurted out ?What say you, Boss??
Buckaroo shook his hand for his fine performance at the garage.
Rawhide tipped his hat as Reno held up the container holding the heart.
?This team will subsist of us four and this vehicle is our best option. Our mission is to get to the Airport. WW1 will have to meet up with us later when the road re-opens. Thanks to our friends at the Chop-Shop, for the oil change and gas, I don?t see why we should wait any longer??
?Lets Roll!?, quipped Reno.
