Passing Through (final part):Part 6
A police officer speeds down a street in his patrol car. Lights flash, siren blares, he's in pursuit of two suspects. The officer first became suspicious of the two men when he spotted them frantically hailing a taxi cab and they ducked down in the back of the cab they had caught as he was cruising by going in the opposite direction. But now the officer kills the lights and sound. Wondering whether or not to continue to pursue the oddity based on intuition, his patrol car is almost directly behind the cab. As the officer presses the button in on his shoulder mic to relay a 10-66 code, his head and body snap forward before he can radio a message. He, "What the - - " sits up straight and adjusts his rearview mirror. A young blonde woman, who is wearing bright red lipstick, a red jacket, red blouse, and is driving an old Chevrolet, rattles the officer's line of sight as she rams her Chevy into the back of his patrol car a second time. The officer, "Uhn!" has forgotten about the taxi cab and tries maneuvering his car to the far right, but he's too late. The Chevy behind him butts his car again. The woman in red slows down until her Chevy comes to a rest.*-*--**************
The officer is too shaken for a moment to coherently radio in the attack on a law enforcement officer, he, being that officer, but an attack on him is in progress. He stops the patrol car and backs it up so that its rear is directly in front of the woman's parked Chevy.*--*****--*****-*****
The officer regains enough composure and mouths the words to call the incident in. He steps out with a firearm in his slightly trembling hand. He slowly approaches the passenger side of the Chevy, noticing the blonde woman has the driver-side door wide open, but she's not getting out that way. "Stop! Police!" he warns and aims his firearm at a man who at first looks to be in a drunken stupor stumbling out of the passenger side door - - "On the ground!" the officer barks, "Now!" It dawns on the officer that the man never blinks and the arms and legs of the expensively suited gentleman seem to be involuntarily in motion without any resistance. The driver of the Chevy, the blonde woman dressed in red, is carrying and half dragging the gentleman - - "Get down on the ground!" the officer repeats his command *-************************
Red swiftly half drags and half carries Jake who's dead with a broken neck. He's her shield from the officer's earnestly pointy pistol. The officer's steady aim is fixed and following Red and the dragged corpse. Red lumbers her way toward the officer's patrol car and soon stands motionless in front of his car. She stands the corpse up straight and keeps it pressed to her as if she's taken a hostage.*******************************
The officer cautiously approaches, not sure if the man is dead or is mentally challenged, "Now, lady, don't you move." Red waits for the officer to come closer, then she hoists Jake's dead body up and tosses it onto the hood of the officer's car as if Jake were nothing but a sack of powder cement. The officer reacts to her provocation - - he fires by accident, a single round misses her and hits the corpse in the chest while she's ducking down in front of the patrol car's grill. Hunkered low, she rounds the headlights and swiftly moves along the driver side of the patrol car. She's on the opposite side from where the officer is still taking aim; Red's using his car as her new shield. The officer, "Stop!" but she's already rushing back to the Chevy where it's waiting for her with a wide-open driver side door. She peels backward then drives forward down a side street. The officer stops in his tracks realizing he can't go after her; he has a dead man on
the hood.***---****-********-----******************
The light of day and a building's shadow align, figuratively cutting in half Bee's hourglass body. Her face and long throat lean more toward the darkness as she sips from her by-now cold coffee mug on a Fletcher Falls Hotel balcony. Even darker, an all black helicopter begins to hover, maneuvering to land on the hotel's roof. The Associates no doubt in Bee's mind. She first had heard the Associates' droning copter a moment ago and now catches sight of it in the corner of her eye. She kicks a motionless martial arts instructor from where she sits and rhetorically whispers, "They're coming for me." The instructor is unconscious and sprawled out; his body is at rest, partly inside of the suite and partly outside on the floor of the balcony. His karategi is lustrous in places due to glass - light shines off the debris of broken glass where he suffered a fall by Bee's stinging hand.*****-----********--********************
Someone is knocking on the door of Bee's hotel suite. Bee sighs, it can't be the Associates. It would take them at least 10 minutes to land on the roof and come to her room. Bee, "Coming."**********-*********************
Bee's eyes open wide, "Tank, you made it."**************--***********
Tank, "I got your letter - - "
Tank hurriedly yanks on Ralphie's arm "Ouch!" to pull him into the suite, shut, and lock the door.
Tank talks to Bee, Tank, " - - you said if I come before nightfall to Fletcher Falls, I might survive? - - what's happenin'?!"
He turns to face Bee so quickly, a few sweaty droplets fly off of his forehead and land on Bee's shimmery silver robe. Bee looks down "Eewww" to see where the moisture landed.***************************************
Tank wipes his forehead and raises his voice, "Tell me it's not the Associates!"******-************************************
Ralphie, rubbing his arm where Tank yanked it, "Oh, the associates, I love their song, 'Windy', no wait, wasn't they called The Association? 'Who's peekin' out from under ah - ' ah - "******************--******* *******************
Bee stares at Ralphie. Bee, "Tank, who is this talented soul?"
Ralphie, "Ladies first, what's your name pretty woman?" Ralphie darts his hand out for a handshake. Bee puts her hands behind her back and smiles. Tank, "Doughnut patron here is harmless, Bee. I had to bring him with me 'cause people are coming after me and, by association, him too." Bee turns from them, her hands cupped behind her back, and laments, "They're after you - - " Ralphie, "That's what I said when I first saw you, big guy; they're comin' to getcha' - it were a joke at dah time, but I called it right didn't I?!" Tank, "Yes, you did, Ralphie." Ralphie, "You said my name!" Ralphie looks at Bee and points at Tank, Ralphie, "He said my name." Bee, "As I was saying," turns her back to them again, "They're after you, my dear brother, because I'm the one who put a contract out on you." Tank's jaw drops. Ralphie's face squinches up. Ralphie, "You, you wanna' kill you own brother?" Bee, facing a speechless Tank, Bee, "Tank, you betrayed me, ratted me out to the Associates!" Ralphie, "Lady, I dunno wha' this is about, but you're too pretty to be - AAaaaHHHHH!" Bee pokes Ralphie's eyeballs out of their sockets with her two stiffened fingers. Bee, "No interruptions, please." Tank, "Oh, sis!" Tank places a comforting hand on Ralphie's shoulder, but Ralphie slides down to the floor, still screaming.************ ***********************
The Associates bust the door down and taser Bee and taser the wailing doughnut patron. A woman's voice, "We'll take over from here, Tank." Tank runs, trips over door-debris, gets back up, and heavily thuds his way out of sight down a Fletcher Falls corridor.
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