The Criminal Outrage

Chapter 15

I had my bags ready very quick. I didn't have to worry about my Guitar, for obvious reasons. The main thing I was most nervous about was the gun. If they saw it, I'd go to Jail. I've been, and it's obviously not the place you want to be. I made sure that the gun was at the very bottom of everything I packed. We all took our bags and hid them next to the window that was busted open. Ricardo walked outside, happy.

"Gentlemen? Do you still need us?" He stepped off the porch and walked over to a few of the Officers.

"We're staying on this scene until that boy answers all of the questions we have for him. He's being suspicious. It's not going to work out for any of you if he doesn't come out here by himself to answer questions."

Ricardo nodded and came back inside. He went to my backpack and shuffled around looking for the gun. When he found it, he handed it to me.

"Just in case."

My hands trembled when I put it in my back pocket. My emotions were in check, and I walked out of the House. One of the Officers saw me and let out a tiny little gasp. The others looked. They all rushed over to me in sync.

"Hello!! Thank you for j-j-oining us!" One of them yelled. He was stuttering hard.

"Ok?" 

They started with their questions, but hesitated.

"Let's go to the station. That's where Officer Nall is, and he has the best questions," The Officer grabbed my shoulder and started walking to one of the Police Cars. I shoved his hand away and took some steps backwards towards the House.

"No, no-" I turned around right before they could say anything else. I heard them shuffling for something, and I thought it was a gun. I reached into my back pocket and yanked the pistol out, pointing it at all of them as I grew closer to the door. They were actually trying to chase me, and the sound I heard sounded like shuffling through pockets. They stopped and ducked for cover.

"Drop the gun!"

I kicked the door open and stepped inside. The others were waiting there, with their regular weapons. An Officer poked his head out and yelled to his fellow Officers.

"They're hiding inside! Call for backup!"

At that, we slammed the door and locked it. Grabbing all of our bags, we hopped out the window one by one. I was first, and Stick was last. The car looked like it was waiting for us. Ricardo opened the passenger door for himself, but then crawled into the driver's seat. We all pushed in from the passenger's seat. Before I got the chance to sit down, Ricardo started the car and slammed on the acceleration pedal. I flew backwards and crashed into the seat, smothering Winchester with my legs by accident. He pushed me off and I laughed. He didn't seem to be in the mood for laughing. I wasn't really either when I heard Police Sirens zooming from behind us. I turned and saw a few Police Cars trailing us. They had their Sirens blaring, so when I yelled for Ricardo to turn at the nearest STOP sign, he didn't hear me. Instead, he kept driving as fast as possible. We hit an intersection, but Ricardo plowed through the empty spaces. Sure, this made it harder for the Officers, but easier knowing that more were surrounding us. When Ricardo pushed into incoming traffic they were already behind us. I pulled out my pistol just in case. Winchester went through the largest bag, grabbing something. It made me want to drop my pistol. He had a shotgun.

"Where'd you get that?!" I tried to yell over the Sirens, but it didn't work. I nudged him so he'd look at me, and I repeated it. He read my lips, and stared down at the shotgun.

"From Maddog!! It was in his luggage!!" Winchester held the shotgun close to his chest. A Police Car pulled to the side of us, yelling for us to stop. Ricardo turned off the road when the Officer put a gun out the window. The Car was holding up pretty well for what it was. Very old, but evidently better than a Police Car.