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switch up

There is nothing scarier than looking down the barrel of a loaded gun and finding someone ready to use it on the other side. 22 hous after i killed the person who shot my best friend, that is exactly where i was standing. Looking down the barrel of a 9mm baretta, with a police officer staring me dead in the eye from the other side. I can feel the adrenaline pumping in my blood, my heart rate, sky rocketing, i can even feel my eyes dialating as each milisecond passes it feels like hours, and i notice his hand is shaking. He is contemplating killing me, but he is having a hard time pulling the trigger. I slowly rais my hands appearing to surrender, and i see him calm down and then i smack the gun with my left hand and his wrinst simultaniously with my right, taking to gun away from hin, he draws for a taser but he is stopped short, before i even realize it the cop is laying on the floor in a pool of crimson blood. The cops white hair tells me he is an older guy which is very relieving because i didnt kill a young person who still had a long future. I took his ammo and keys, and walked shakingly over to the cell where makayla was anxiously watching the entire scene play out. As soon as i open the door she jumped out, and kissed me. The kiss was cut short by the sound of police siriens in the distance, we had to leave, quickly. I tossed some prisoner the keys to let himself, and possibly buy us some time.
Earlier that day, everything was going as planned, except for the fact that i woke up a little late, but the others made up for it, makayla went out to pull a swich up(where we take the tag off our car and swirch it with an identical car, and take that tag and switch it with a car with the paint color we are about to have, from the same make and model) and the guys got started on the car waiting for me to wake up. I remember looking at the clock, reading noon, on the way out to the car and thinking, "wow i bet all the work for today is done, shoulda got up earlier". Suprisingly enough when i walked outside the car was about three quarters of the way sanded, Austin greeted me "there she is, good morning sleeping beauty" i laughed, not really able to get back at him for saying it, i did sleep til noon. "so makala left a not shes was going for a switch up, but wheres Allan?"
"he took the honda out to get Matt. Makayla left at 9, dont you think she should have been back by now?''
" i think she's fine, its just a matter of luck, how many green 1980 dodge neons do you really think are in Atlanta." It was a rhetorical question, but i should have known austin would answer anyway, "assuming everyone drove it'd be about 4500"
"out of how many, assuming everyone drove?"
"half a million" he said it seemingly broken heartedly, knowing he'd just lost himself the debate. I picked up the sander and started working on the last quarter of the car, it was the roof and the center where it was hard to reach, i think i was going to be doing this no matter when i woke up. Not much time had passed, maybe an hour of listening to the radio and the sound of the sander Allan screached to a stop in the driveway, with Matt riding passenger. They both got off the honda and stared at eachother for a second and bursted out laughing. "what did you guys do now" i asked them trying not to laugh myself. After a short while they stopped laughing, and Allan fighting busting out again replied to my question with, "Pete, man, you wouldnt believe what Matt just did, we stoped to get a brew at the Manuel place and this dumbass, high as hell on morphine, sees a cop across the street and decides to get off the bike and walk up to him and start talking about his friend Pete Chambers, 'the son of the devil' and the look on that cops face as he starts to chase him as i walked out of the house with a pint in each hand was to die for i had to stuff the jars in the sattle bag and get over there before he got caught and we got out so fast that cop shit himself, man you shoulda been there." By the time he'd finnished, he was laughing again. I'll admit i was amused but they shouldnt have stopped for that brew, i had to tell them something " no wonder you took so long, are you trying to get arrested; or maybe killed. As a matter of fact, dont tell me, why dont you go check the burner (a phone that cannot be remotely traced) and tell me if makayla called" A moment later my once bubbily friend returned from the cabin, face white as a ghost, he stammared "s..she got. Cought... we gotta get her" i told Allan to hand me the motorcycle keys and told them not to move, id call them when i had makayla. Quickly before leaving, i ran back inside and grabbed the revolver from under the pillows on my bed and stuffed it in the back of my pants in between the fabric and the belt. I soon found myself breaking all kinds of speeding laws, passing through traffic like a madman trying to get to makayla. It was normally an hour drive to the jail, but i did it in about thirty minutes. I circled the two story building a time or two looking to find a sign telling me where makayla was at, and i found it in the form of her jacket weaved through the bars on her cell window. I was angry and scared, acting on ly upon impulse, i had figured there was no better way in than through the front door. I reved the engine on my honda 500 a couple times, spinning the tires, and then i let go of the break smashing through the glass doors at top speed. As soon as i was inside i jumped off the bike, missing a fileing cabinet by meer centimeters. No sooner did i hit the ground did i jump up, drawing my .357 revolver, my heart racing pumping adrenaline like im in freefall, everything but me is so slow its like watching a slow mo movie, i take aim at the chest of the officer nearest to me, start to pull the trigger, but guide my aim slightly left shooting his gun shoulder instead. Then a bullet whisteled past my ear and i turned around to see another 3 police officers taking aim at me and i dive behind the cabinet that i had almost killed myself on mere seconds ago. I felt a slight burn on my calve i checked it happy to find out it was just a graze i pull the hammer back on the revolver, lean around the corner and before i can take aim, a shot too loud to be that of a 9 millimeteri look up from the officer in the center and the other two are falling to the ground, dead. I remember the police officer right in front of me and squeeze the trigger shooting the cop in the knee causing him to drop his gun, i heard more cops coming from the up stairs, regardless how pissed i was at the guys for not staying where i left them, i needed their help, i took my place in between Allan and Austin, relieved that Matt was in the car, we took aim expecting the worst and the very second the 3 officers running down the stairs turned to face us we pulled the trigget, 3 perfectly placed shots hitting the officers center of mass. Normally this wouldnt have worked, but thank god cops dont wear body armor at police stations. Hearing no more officers coming down the stairs i told the guys to stay and look for keys and collect guns and ammo off all of the cops. I walked up the stairs with caution, soon forgetting all of that caution when i see makayla, and i run to her cell and when i step out of the stair well, without checking first before makayla had opened her eyes, she hates gunshots, she closes her eyes when anyone except for Matt Allan Austin herself or i are shooting, she couldnt warn me of the cop waiting on me by the wall who pistol whipped me in the back of the head causing me to fall to the floor and drop my gun. The cop kicked me, knocking me down when i had tried to stand up, and makayla screamed, like it were her ribs and nt mine. I finally did get to stand up, the arrogant cop must have thought that since i lost my gun i was screwed. I raised my hands in surrender, and took the gun and shot him in the head so fast i didnt even know it happened. I took his keys and set makayla free, we shared a kiss and ran downstairs to get to the car when we heard siriens approaching. I felt a bit of remourse seeing the scene downstais as i left, i never wanted to kill anyone, even the cops id spared, the guys didnt. I couldnt blame them, they were just witnesses. Everyone but me got in the car and they screached off, heading for the cabbin, i climbed back onto the honda and rode up to the police stopping in the middle of the road, shooting the bird and driving away, in the wrong direction from the cabin, and proceded to lead the police into 3 other counties for hours on end that night, and after a few near missses and good riding, i made it home with no cops on my tail. The guys greeted me with high fives talking about how sick the fighting was, and as soon as we finnished celebrating, i walk up to makayla and hug her like i hadnt seen her in years. So terrafied of losing her, i was almost ready to burst into tears. I told her to never leave without me again, she agreed and sobbed onto my shoudler leaving tiny wet marks where her eyes had been. I hadent noticed until i turned around to face the paint booth, but makayla took the tag she stole on the way out the door, i was happy becase that meant we didnt have to do it again. I told everyone that we werent going to sleep until the car was painted cause we were leaving very soon. We stayed up till 4 am painting the car, we all went to sleep that night withought a single word. I wouldnt go so far as to say i slept well, cause we went from innocent to wanted to cursed in just 2 days. I was terrafied and i needed a break, but i know better than to think im gonna get it. I wouldnt have slept that night if i wasnt wraped in makaylas arms, i came so close to losing her today, i never wanted to feel that pure unadulturated fear again.