I went into my room and totally zonked out. I didn’t dream that night. It was totally blank inside my head. The alarm sounded at 7:30 AM the next morning. I groggily rolled out of bed slapped the sleep button on the machine. I still had assorted cuts and bruises and probably a couple of cracked ribs and definitely a broken nose. I put some icy hot gel on my ribs and nose. Then I took some Motrin. I had taken a beating last night. I made myself some Frosted Flakes and sat down at the kitchen table. A plan started to form in my head, like the foundation of a building. In about half an hour that foundation had transformed into a semi-elaborate building. I stood up borrowed some money from Malcolm’s wallet and got some clothes. Then I headed out the back door. I made my way through the streets weaving in and out of crowds. At last I found the joke shop I was looking for and walked in. The place was stocked with whoopee cushions and pens that shocked you when you clicked them. I went up to the front desk and asked if they had smoke bombs? They had one more in stock! I walked out of there with a smoke bomb. Next I went over to NYPD. I stood in front of it for a second then walked in. I crept past the front desk and headed to the bathroom. I got in there and looked around, there was nobody in there. I stood on the toilet seat and pushed the grate off of the air vent then I pulled the key off of the smoke grenade and tossed it into the shaft. I closed the vent and waited, ten seconds later I heard it the ear piercing wail of a smoke alarm.
“Yes” I thought. I ran out of the bathroom and into an officer. "
get out o’ here” he yelled in return I knocked him out. I dashed to the cells and franticly tried to find Malcolm’s. I knew it was only a matter of time before someone figured out that there was no fire. At last I found him he was scurrying around like a mouse trying to find a way out. I sighed and knocked on the bullet proof glass. He looked up and grinned at me. I gestured for him to move, and then I shot at the glass. It made many large cracks and to truly shatter it I slammed my shoulder into the glass and Malcolm leapt out.
"How-"Malcolm began?
“Later” I explained. Put these on I said as I tossed him some clothes. Malcolm could have been a quick change artist he swapped clothes in literally two seconds. “Follow me and keep your head down” I told him. “We’re sneaking out the front door.” Malcolm nodded. We went up the stairs and into the main lobby; so far so good I told myself. At last we made it out the door and we slipped away before anyone could notice.
Then my hopes shattered. From somewhere a cop yelled“oi! A con’s gotten away!”
Then another pointed at Malcolm and said “there over here!”
“Run!” I shouted. We sped across the side walk, we were trucking people, knocking things over, trying to slow down our pursuers.
“Where are we going” Malcolm asked. “The Metro” I told him. We took back ways, alleys and finally we shook off the annoying snoops. Still cautious we took our time, keeping a sharp eye out for police. Finally we made it to the Metro.
“So” Malcolm asked “where are the tickets?”
"We’re not using tickets," I told him.
“Oh Yeah I almost forgot to ask you what you’re doing with my satchel?” Malcolm asked.
“It’s holding your PC” I told him. Just then two cops came around the corner and with my luck spotted us immediately. Only this time they had pistols. They were standard Sig-Saur the type of gun that all cops carry. “Malcolm get into the bathroom and hack into the train controls then I’ll meet you in there.” “I’m gonna get rid of these two nuisances.”
Malcolm set off. I let the two coppers get pretty close before I ran off, but not too fast so they couldn’t see me. I led them to the most deserted part of the station and they actually followed! These guys are as dumb as Gunter. Finally I stopped and faced them. There was no one around us. The two policemen stopped It looked like they had decided to use night sticks instead of pistols. That made things simpler! They came at me, and being the super caring person I am, I decided not to gun them down, they weren’t worth the diamond. I’ve never had a whole lot of respect for cops. They dragged my mom away when I was a little kid. I still don’t know why. The police think that just because they wear a badge and drive special cars that they are more important than everyone else. So now you know why I personally like to screw around with the cops.
I decided to go fifth degree black belt on them. The first one came at me. I blocked his first assault, wrapped my leg around his and pulled back. He toppled over onto his face I let him get up then sent a powerful roundhouse kick and elbowed him in the temple, he didn’t have a chance. Then I noticed the second one on his radio I had to make this quick. I drew my knife and threw it. Knife throwing wasn’t my best skill but it was pretty fun. This throw was right on target it hit the cop's hand, and he dropped the radio with yelp. His hand was gushing blood. I followed up with a choke hold that put him out in a few seconds. I hid the bodies in a supply closet, retrieved my knife and headed up the escalator.
I found Malcolm and of course he had easily wormed his way through the security systems and firewalls, everything that’s supposed to keep you out of a computer. So right now he had complete control over the trains. Suddenly realized while fighting the two cops I had made a rookie mistake when I destroyed the radio the cops would lose connection and get curious. They were most likely already here.
“Malcolm quick tell me where the farthest train goes.”
“New Jersey” Malcolm replied.
"When does that train leave?”
“Two minutes.”
“Can you make that train go?”
Malcolm snorted “Of course” he said.
“Come on!” I said as I pulled him out the door.
“Which terminal is it in?” I asked.
“Green” Was the answer. Oh no that was nowhere near our position I thought. Two seconds after we stepped out of the door I heard the all too familiar authoritative “Hey you hold it right there!”
“RUN!” I yelled. We took off down the stairs toward the green terminal. Malcolm was not very athletic but he was a good five paces ahead of me cradling the computer like a football. We passed blue, yellow, red, orange, purple and finally we stopped at green.
“Malcolm, quick shut down the train!” I shouted. Malcolm complied and the train lurched to a halt and the whole inside went black I pulled Malcolm up to a ledge and told him “On the count of three turn it back on, One… Two… Three!” On three we lunged off of the ledge and onto the top of the subway. In midair Malcolm started the train and we were whisked away. We clung on for dear life as the subway shot forward like a diamond bullet. With white knuckles we were on our way. Of course Malcolm lost his computer when we jumped so I told him I’d buy him a new one in Jersey. So for about an hour Malcolm and I were hanging onto a subway. Eventually we go used to it and finally we slipped of unnoticed in New Jersey.
