Part 2
"Hold on," Pete screamed.
We bounced into an alley, turned left, went a few blocks and cut into another alley.
"Are they back there?"
"I can�t tell."
"Listen - we need to lose those guys. I�ve been shot in the arm..."
"YOU�VE BEEN SHOT!?!?!?" I screamed.
"It�s not serious."
"NOT SERIOUS? Are you kidding? Christ..."
"We can deal with that once we get rid of these guys."
Pete drove around a few more blocks, towards the bridge.
When we got to the bridge, the gate was in place and each side was slowly lifting up.
I turned around and saw headlights. The Lincoln�s headlights!
As I turned back around in my seat, Pete gunned it.
"Wait a minute - you�re not going to..." I started.
He smashed through the gate and aimed for the middle of the bridge.
As we climbed upwards, he yelled, "Holy shit!" And then we were in the air.
"Ka-thunk!" The car slammed down. We lost a hubcap, but we made it across. The Lincoln didn�t follow.
Speechless, Pete and I looked at each other and he just grinned.
"Whew."
Next Time: Blood On My Hands!
Part 4
We jammed out of the parking lot and headed towards town.
"We�re we going?" Pete asked.
"If we can get on a bus, that�ll buy some time," I said.
"If..." Pete said.
We pulled into the bus station and I hopped out to look at the schedule.
I ran back to the car and said, "Hey, there�s an eastbound leaving in 20 minutes. That�s enough time to ditch the car and make it back."
"How much money do you have, Roy?"
"About $200, I think."
"And I�ve got about $50."
I drove across the street, into a parking garage. We drove to the top level and parked between a couple of trucks. We locked the car and ran back to the station.
"I�ll get the tickets," I said, "while you clean up - you�re starting to bleed again."
I met Pete as he was coming out of the bathroom.
"Two tickets to New York. We�ll be there in less than 3 days."
"Roy, I�m starved."
We got on the bus and sat towards the back. I fell in my seat and then asleep.
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