The Rarest One

Four Million Dollar Teenagers Part 9

I jerked awake to a horn, and I yanked the camaro back into the fast lane.  "Holy-" I mutter, rubbing my eyes with one hand.  I shook my head clear of sleep, and glanced back at them.  Those two were still snoring.

"Do you want to switch?" Scott startled me.

"What are you trying to do give me a panic attack? Jeez," I mutter. We were quiet for a while.  "Hey, listen, thanks for what you did back there," I uneasily say, while unbuckling my seat belt. "Let's switch, just don't kill us."

He smiled, "Really?"

"Yea, but you have to come over here," I was a little uncomfortable when he lifted my hips up, and slid into the seat. "Got it?" I asked, lifting my foot off the gas.

"Yea, I got her," he grinned in delight.

I scooted my booty off his lap, over the console, and into my seat. I buckled my seat belt.  "Do you mind if I use your jacket?"

"No, you can use it," he was still grinning.

"Thanks," I spoke as I unfolded it, and placed it on my lap.  I began messing with the touchscreen. 

"What are you doing?" he asked , watching me tap the screen.

"Getting the Elite's station," I answer as Rowan Gates's voice come over the speakers.

"There are these group of teenagers that are testing my patience," Rowan began.  

I stare blankly at the road listening, while Scott shifted and speed around the slow semi. 

"I'm offering a four million dolllar car for anyone who brings me these teenagers alive.  Here I'll make it easy on you, and post a picture of the car they stole,"  Rowan paused posting the picture.

"Borrowed, I borrowed the car," I mumbled underneath my breath, rolling my eyes.  I noticed Scott snickering from the corner of my eye, and I swatted his bicep.  He snorted a quiet laugh, and I hid my own smile.

"They are a small group, one girl and three boys, and a four million dollar car for their return to me," Gates bribed the bounty hunters.

I shut off the channel.  

"Did he just offer a four million dollar reward for a bunch of teenagers?" Scott's fingers tightened on the wheel.  

"Yup," I yawned, as I rested my elbow on the window sill.  I gazed out the window as we by-passed cars like they were standing still.  My head lay in the palm of my hand, and my eyes fluttered close.

(Freedom Resistance: Kira Stone)

"Kira!" yelled Puck, who was monitoring the police scanners and also the Elites radio channel.  "I am hearing a lot of chatter on a stolen car that belonged to the mayor of Eagle, Indiana.  Chevrolet Camaro,  yellow with black rally stripes, and was stolen last night at 3:oo in the morning."

I strode into the room, "Okay, but why is that so special?  Cars like that get stolen all the time." 

"Because about six hours after that, Rowan Gates put a bounty on the people inside of that car," he played the recording. 

After it ended,  I leaned against his desk, "Whoever they are, they must be important if he is offering a four million dollar car for them.  I have never see him offer a bounty that high," I raise my head to meet Puck's green eyes,"We have to get to these kids before he does."

Puck nodded, "Because if they are worth four million, they are irreplaceable in his eyes."

I nodded, while a grin slowly crept to my face, "How would you feel about taking something from Mr. Gates?"

He grinned wildly, "Oh, baby, you know I love to tick people off.  Let's blow this popsicle stand!"

I strode out of the surveillance room, with Puck strutting by my side, calling, "Victoria!  We have a code black!  Let's go!"

Victoria flashed to my side, "Where to?"

"Adair, Oklahoma," she laced hands Puck and I.

(Scott)

I observed her from the corner of my eye as Crystal's eyes grew heavy, and her head fell limp on her forearm.  My jacket slid down her thin shoulders, so I reached over, pulled it up, and tucked it beneath her chin.  At this angle, her jaw was a sharp, strait line, prominent cheekbones, small nose that curved slightly up.  Her long eyelashes fanned over her high cheekbones, plush, shapely lips, that glowed a soft pink.  Her auburn hair was pulled back in a loose, short pony tail, and a whisper of shorter hair fell into her face.  She looked different asleep.  She lost that hard edge, and the stone wall that didn't let you see anything.  I think back to the way her small hips felt in my hands, the way her body felt against mine, and when I caught her jumping off the building, her eyes had actually shown how scared she was and that she trusted me.  I kept driving until four a.m., when it was time to make a stop.  I stopped at a very run-down gas station.  Quiet filled the air as I turned off the car.  For a moment, I lay my head against the head rest and enjoyed the silence.  Free of the sounds of semis, and Adrian and Hugh's endless chatter.  I grabbed my wallet, and stepped out to fill up the sports car.  Once that was well on its way, I glanced into the car, Crystal didn't stir, and they were still snoring.  I walked to the front of the car and popped the hood.  I moved to check the oil, and immediately frowned; it was really low.  I ran into the tiny building, bought oil, and filled it back up.  I then shut the hood,  threw the rest of the oil in the trunk, and placed the gas cap back on.  I started the car and let it run, allowing the oil to circulate properly.  A few minutes later, we where back on the small two lane highway, with Missouri trees lining the road.  I had only been driving for close to an hour, when at 4:45 a.m., we were slammed into from behind.