Project Frostbite

Chapter 10

I woke with a bang. I wish I could say that Firestorm had just hit a rut on the gravel road, but the Gods were not on my side... again.

"We got company." Firestorm said, and I looked behind me. Just like Firestorm had said earlier, we had a tail of about fourteen armored cars. Guess this is a good day. I turned back around to face the front.

"What are we going to do?" I asked. Firestorm smirked.

"Obey the law. Seatbelts please." She answered easily, and I looked down to see that while I'd been asleep, my seltbelt had been unclipped. Needless to say I didn't need any encouragement replacing the clip. Looking ahead, I saw we had hit the tarmac and were about to cross the Brooklyn Bridge, heading into Manhattan. As we crossed the threshold and began to cross the water, Firestorm hit the gas, switching into fifth gear. The speedometer quickly climbed, until it was well over 130kmph.

Firestorm swerved between the crowd of mismatched cars, and cut off a Toyota Corolla, causing it to swerve left and hit bumpers with a Hyundai. One of the SUVs tailing us was forced to screech to a halt, smashing into both of them. The other thirteen swerved around the collision and continued gaining. Firestorm pushed the car faster, and it hummed in compliance, only too happy to obey.

As a SUV drew alongside us, Firestorm threw the steering wheel right, causing our car to crash into it. The driver rewarded us with a bump, and Firestorm struggled to keep ahold of the car, before she drew back and rammed the corner panel with as much force as she could muster. Time seemed to slow down as the SUV screeched left, before being airborne, twisting as it sailed over the cars, landing upside down once it finished its descent. Firestorm swerved around the wreckage, and I saw another SUV crash into the barrier, unable to avoid it.

Eleven to go.

We got off the bridge relatively quickly, and Firestorm dodged all of the commuting cars, ignoring their honks of protests as we cut them off. Suddenly I heard the familiar whine of the cop cars and swore.

Firestorm picked the worst day for a joy ride, if you could call it that. Three cops were already on our tail. They'd been staking out, trying to find an idiot who wasn't following the speed limit. Firestorm happened to be that idiot, not that I'd ever tell her that. But I wasn't worried about being caught, I would rather the police anytime to our other pursuers. It's been a week since I was last arrested, the night before I discovered my powers, when I spent the night in jail for drunken behavior. Micah had to bail me out at 2am in the morning.

Firestorm turned a corner, nearly tipping the car over in the process. I frantically grabbed the arm support in terror as she swerved through narrow alleyways and up side-streets, trying to lose the police.

"Ironic how they're following the wrong people." I thought aloud. Firestorm smirked, before focusing again on the road. She pulled out her knife.

"Spread your legs." She said.

"Wha-" I screamed and did as she said when she drove the knife into the seat below, slitting a hole in the chair. Throwing the knife at my feet, she rummaged around in the stuffing and pulled out a gun, handing it to me. "What do I do with this?" I asked, holding it out with two fingers, like it was a tissue covered in snot.

"Keep it. We're going to have to confront them eventually." Firestorm said, returning both hands to the steering wheel. She switched gears. "But, they're going to come to us."

Word seems to travel fast in New York. Firestorm whipped the car around, nearly running into a tree and driving over a few pedestrians who were recording the chase. Just our luck, now we're completely screwed if we get caught. Looking behind me, I saw that the police cars had disappeared. Firestorm had lost them. She switched on the control screen above the heating settings and brought up a map.