Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Driving Lesson Chapter 7 Page 3

According to the radar, there were still four pursuers after them. George wanted a look at them but did not want to risk his head. Well, he could not anyway with his seat belt on. Hey, was there not a rearview camera?

Searching through the menus on the datapad, George found the rearview camera that Tricia had used. Images from that camera fed into the datapad showed him clearly their pursuers. It had not been necessary to risk his head earlier!

"Argh, can't find it!" Tricia exclaimed, "Pass me the double-R four G."

George looked at the two rifles at his feet, wondering which one Tricia wanted. Iona peeked over her seat and helpfully pointed at the grenade launcher. George picked the weapon up and passed it over his shoulder to Tricia.

"If you're thinking paint grenades," Mabel said, "I want all of them following close, but not too close."

"You've got something planned?" Tricia asked.

"Yeah, I do," Mabel confirmed, "That thing we used on Old Golden Teeth."

"Squirt, pass me the datapad," Tricia requested.

George handed her the device.

"What have you been watching?" Tricia mumbled as she touched a few buttons on the datapad. The machinegun above turned to the nearest buggy and fired a short burst.

"Almost there..." Mabel uttered. She pulled a device from her belt. "Keep them together!"

More bullets flew both from and at the pickup. George lowered himself deeper into his seat, making himself as small as possible.

"And we're here!" Mabel announced. She looked up at the rearview mirror, at their pursuers. Then she triggered her device.

A series of loud detonations exploded behind the pickup. George squealed in surprise at the loud noise. His heart raced, until he realized that the explosions were not close to him.

George risked a glance out his side of the vehicle. Behind them were clouds and clouds of dust along with rising black smoke. The dust was too thick for the boy to see anything of their pursuers. There was hope that they were all caught in the explosions and had lost interest in chasing them.

"Hah, got them," Mabel gloated, "Was afraid that I wouldn't get to use such a perfect trap."

"You missed one," Tricia stated.

The armored station wagon of Insect Clouded Terror emerged out of the smoke and dust.

"Huh," Mabel sighed as she glanced at the side mirror, "that wasn't enough to stop that."

Tricia traded gunfire with their remaining pursuer.

They went on for a while, traveling away from the triggered trap. Once they had gone a good distance, when the black smoke had been obscured by the brown of dust clouds, Mabel braked and spun the pickup around. She sped towards the station wagon, intending to pass on their right.

Iona pulled herself onto the roll bars above the pickup. As their opponents fired at her, the small Vixen crouched lower to make herself a less of a target.

Since Iona was between their mounted weapon and their opponent, Tricia stood and fired at the opposing vehicle with her grenade launcher instead. One shot popped close to the waster gunner manning the machinegun, distracting him from his aim.

Suddenly, just as they were about to pass the other vehicle, Mabel swerved at their opponent. The wasters turned sharply away to avoid.

"Missed," Mabel breathed.

"You wanted to hit them!?" George asked, shocked at their near collision. Especially since the collision would have been on his side of the vehicle.

"Sure," Mabel replied as she turned the pickup around and chased after the station wagon, "Easier for Io to jump over."

With Mabel's skills at driving, the pickup eventually caught up with the other vehicle. When they were close enough, Iona leaped onto the station wagon.

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