chapter 4
THE FINAL BULLET
Bob had finally left Sanfrancisco and the busy highways and was now heading through the picturesque Yosemite national park. It seemed that many of the racers were getting distracted by the beautiful scenery and were either crashing through fences or into trees. After some time they reached the end of Yosemite and were preparing for more highway driving until they reached the next stage in Las Vegas, Bobs target was to put Marty back behind bars before they reached Vegas. About half a mile from Bob was a railway crossing with the barriers down and the lights flashing. waiting at the barrier for the train to pass was a black 1989 peterbilt 378 truck. On the back of the flat bed trailer was 13 tonnes of sheet metal. As Bob rounded the corner and saw the barriers down his heart sank. Suddenly, a mental idea sprang to Bobs head. He saw the train coming, it was an orange B.N.S.F freight train pulling 24 containers except for the first trailer on the train had nothing on so, in theory, you would be able to get across. One piece of the sheet metal on the truck was hanging just above the road, Bob had everything he needed. The timing was perfect. He used the sheet metal as a ramp to catapult the 662 horsepower beast over the cab of the truck and through the gap on the only flat trailer on the train with inches to spare." Yes! That's what I'm talking about!" Bob shouted punching the air with his fist when he hit the ground. The young truck driver fainted 5 minutes later.
OK enough was enough, they had passed Las Vegas 2 hours ago and were now driving along the dangerous independence pass in-between huge, snow covered mountains. What Bob said back in Sanfrancisco seemed to have came true, the numerous police cars he had encountered had left him alone. Suddenly, Bob saw an orange Lamborghini Aventador in front of him and remembered why he was here. He surged forward and pulled next to the Lamborghini and saw (with little surprise) that it was Marty Potter driving. Now, even though Bob Vila is a multi-billionaire with cars, swimming pools and a mansion he's not exactly the brightest person in the world. The plan surging through his mind would not only kill Marty but also everyone else on the road but Bob didn't know that so he decided to give it a go anyway. He pulled out his 9mm pistol which was now loaded,put the window down and took a shot at the class cover over the Aventador's engine in the back.
Boom! The Lamborghini's huge V12 engine exploded and the car was sent spinning into a snowdrift at the side of the road. As Marty crawled out of the wreckage Bob pulled the Mustang to a holt and slammed the cuffs on Marty.
Bob looked up as a whirring sound came from above them and a Westland Lynx police helicopter came down and took Marty to the nearest Police station in Denver. Now Bob only had to deal with the small matter of the 2'000 and something mile drive back to Seacrest." Hmm, maybe the cops will let me go flat out? After all, I did just save them allot of bother. Only one way to find out." Bob said to himself smiling. He got back in his car, spun it round and headed back down the mountain to get back home to Seacrest.
OK enough was enough, they had passed Las Vegas 2 hours ago and were now driving along the dangerous independence pass in-between huge, snow covered mountains. What Bob said back in Sanfrancisco seemed to have came true, the numerous police cars he had encountered had left him alone. Suddenly, Bob saw an orange Lamborghini Aventador in front of him and remembered why he was here. He surged forward and pulled next to the Lamborghini and saw (with little surprise) that it was Marty Potter driving. Now, even though Bob Vila is a multi-billionaire with cars, swimming pools and a mansion he's not exactly the brightest person in the world. The plan surging through his mind would not only kill Marty but also everyone else on the road but Bob didn't know that so he decided to give it a go anyway. He pulled out his 9mm pistol which was now loaded,put the window down and took a shot at the class cover over the Aventador's engine in the back.
Boom! The Lamborghini's huge V12 engine exploded and the car was sent spinning into a snowdrift at the side of the road. As Marty crawled out of the wreckage Bob pulled the Mustang to a holt and slammed the cuffs on Marty.
Bob looked up as a whirring sound came from above them and a Westland Lynx police helicopter came down and took Marty to the nearest Police station in Denver. Now Bob only had to deal with the small matter of the 2'000 and something mile drive back to Seacrest." Hmm, maybe the cops will let me go flat out? After all, I did just save them allot of bother. Only one way to find out." Bob said to himself smiling. He got back in his car, spun it round and headed back down the mountain to get back home to Seacrest.
THE END
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