The Need for Speed

Escape to Italy

*Kurt's POV*

Great. They knew about it. What will I do now?

Wait. They didn't tighten it up! Whew!

I quickly uncuffed myself and punched the two officers beside me.Then, I quickly got out of the car, running at 80 kph.

After I got out, it was a real pain. I rolled over 10 times, and it hurt. A lot.

Okay. I have to get away. Fast.

I saw a nearby BAC Mono and quickly got on it. Does this need a key?

Nope. Push start button.

I turned on the car and pressed the accelerator.

WOAH! That was really quick!

Okay. Maneuver the car and get to the airport.

I quickly got the hang of the steering. Then, I saw several cop cars chasing down for me. Shoot.

Hurry up. It's so cold!

I busted through the gates which lead to the runway. Then, I saw a plane.

A plane with the marks of "Italiano Airlines".

Yes! It's my chance! I thought.

The rear compartment wasn't yet closed, but it is closing. Come on.

I hurriedly braked the BAC and got inside. The car was instantly hooked up.

"What the heck George?!" A worker said.

"I guess it's a last-minute delivery," George said.

They closed the doors, leading me into darkness.

Wait. There are headlights!

I quickly turned on the Mono's headlights and I saw a really magnificent car. Really rare.

*Claudine's POV*

I'm worried about Kurt. Will he be okay? Will he get out?

All that thinking makes me forget that I'm celebrating Christmas here in the famous place of Italy.

But Kurt. Please. Be safe.

*Dylan's POV*

Claudine has been acting... odd lately. This is not how she looked like at our Christmas party two weeks ago at school.

She is usually happy-go-lucky, like AK.

Then I suddenly noticed. Everyone is not how the way they acted every year. They are... different.

Kurt. Hurry.

*Chief Rico's POV*

They have better brought him back.

"Sir!" An officer said on the radio. "Kurt has escaped! Repeat, Kurt had escaped!"

Dang it!

"Where did you last see him?!" I yelled at the chatter.

"At the airport," an officer said. "He was driving a blue track car and he boarded the Italiano Airlines."

He went to Italy.

"I want you to contact the Italian police to search for him immediately!" I commanded.

"But sir, he's just thirtee-"

"I don't care if he is thirteen!" I yelled. "Just bring him to me!"

*Kurt's POV*