Just Another Job

Discoveries

So you maybe wondering about the picture on the sidebar. WEll, I didn't have a character that I felt like doing a picture of, so that is a picture of Ian's shoes. Yeah I described them, so I decided to find a picture of what I was describing. No hate, get over it. <3

"Get the car!" I bellowed as soon as the vehicle flashed by me.

"What?" Ian spun around at my tone, but I was already racing past him.

"They have Jo!"

I heard Ian's black and yellow Nike dunks pounding after me a split second later.

"Give me the keys!" I shouted. Ian dug them out of his pocket and tossed them over the car to me. I mashed down on the unlock button several times in rapid succession, though the locks popped open on the first click. I slid into the driver's seat, my head narrowly missing the top of the car. Ian wasn't so lucky though, and I heard his yelp of pain as his head connected with the metal rim of the doorway.

I threw the car into reverse before his foot was in the car, spinning the tires as I floored the gas, flying out of the cracked parking lot.

"What the hell is going on?" Ian demanded, trying to catch his breath. My pulse, jacked up on adrenaline, hammered in my ears, making it hard to concentrate on anything else. Ahead of me, I could see the silver Chevy. My mad dash after it must have alerted the driver, because he was steadily speeding up.

"They've got Jo," I gritted out through my teeth. I floored the gas, the Mustang leaping forward.

"Are you sure?"

"We don't have time for stupid ass questions," I snapped. "You got your gun?"

"Speaking of stupid ass questions," Ian muttered, rolling his eyes and reaching into his jacket. "Of course I've got my gun." He held it up, raising his eyebrows to make a point.

"Get ready to use it." I was coming up on the kidnappers fast. I was pushing the mustang, hoping it was fast enough to catch the car.

I was almost to the rear bumper when the passenger window rolled down, and I saw the glint of sunlight off of a gun barrel. "Get down!" I shouted. Two bullets pierced through the windshield as Ian crouched behind the dash. He rolled down his window and leaned out as soon as the gunman stopped, shooting a few bullets of his own. The other man ducked inside, but only briefly. He fired again, the bullet glancing off the top of the mustang. 

"Shit!" Ian yelled. "He's shooting up my car!" 

"You should be more worried about him shooting up a person!" I shouted back. I was drawing up alongside them, but the car's speed had maxed out. Both cars were barreling down the road at a breakneck pace. I couldn't see Jo in the backseat. She must have crouched down to avoid the flying bullets. 

The nose of the mustang was still alongside the trunk of the kidnapper's car. Ian shot twice at the man who was giving him so much trouble. The windshield was cracked and shattered in many different places, and it was beginning to be a problem to my visibility. 

I leaned out of my window, taking careful aim at a tire. The bullet was good, puncturing a hole in the rubber. The car swerved, but the driver regained control. They were forced to slow down, and I began to draw up alongside for Ian to deliver the kill shots.

Suddenly, the kidnapper's car jerked. The man leaning out of the passenger window barely regained his balance and saved himself from falling. What was going on? I could see the driver flailing his arms, trying to do something. The car swerved sharply to the right, the tires spinning. The back of their car slammed into the front of mine, knocking it sideways. The force of the impact was so great that it sent the mustang spinning. Ian was thrown ouf of the window he had been precariously balancing out of.