Fishy's Adventures

Chapter Fourteen - The Rescue

Having been sponsored by the 'honest and hard-working folk' of Cufthill, Goldy and Froggy faced the final challenge. They had to free their principal - to make things as they had been before the teachers' rebellion. Michael and Thaddeous were holding their guns, gazing at the setting sun and thinking how the hell did their lives get ruined so quickly. Then they got in Froggy's humble car and set off for the abandoned engine factory.
The janitor was guarding the entrance, vigilant as usual. Holding Fishy's 'k, which he had stolen from the owner when he got dethroned.
Froggy doubted the success of this rescue mission, but Goldy wasn't hesitating. He took out his mobile phone and called 911.
-"Hello, this is Michael Goldy speaking. We're at Electric St. and here are two people wounded, one of them is an aging man, he got shot in the left arm, then there's a woman, in her fifties, with a bullet in her ankle. We need your help here immediately. Will try to give first aid to the wounded. Affirmative. Great. Waiting for the ambulance."
Having hung up, he said to Froggy:
-"Ted, we don't have much time, follow me!" - they both rushed out of the car.
Goldy rushed to the janitor, who shouted at him and raised his rifle. His trigger finger was a bit rusty, apparently, since he couldn't fire at Goldy before he got shot straight into the left arm. He dropped the weapon, which fired several rounds as it hit the ground. Some of them grazed Goldy's hip, but it mostly resulted in torn clothes and just an insignificant amount of blood.
He kicked the door open. As soon as he did that, an alarm went off, and Goldy spotted Ms Important rushing towards him with a big-ass kitchen knife and a smile so creepy is was hardly believable a human being could make a facial expression like that. Froggy tried firing at her, but his weapon failed. Goldy rushed at her, dodged a powerful slash in a deft combat roll, then shot her right in the ankle. Where did he learn to shoot like that? This is a question likely to never be answered.
"Damn son, that's some sick accuracy you're just shown." - Froggy was astounded.
"Learned that way back in Texas." - Goldy cut off and ran straight through the murky corridor. Finding Fishy was no easy task, since no matter how Goldy shouted to get his attention, he couldn't hear any response. Having wasted many precious minutes barging in numerous cells, he finally found Fishy in the one that was the most distant from the main exit. The first thing that struck them was the insanely acrid odour of decaying food, which made them gag strongly. They found Fishy slumped in a corner, apparently dying slowly. He was much paler than the wall behind him and his skin was wrinkled like a dried cucumber. He seemed dead at first sight, but Goldy felt pulse in his principal's wrist.
"I'll take him out of the building, you get the car going!" - Goldy realized every second mattered from now on.
"Affirmative!" - Froggy ran out of the room.
Goldy grabbed Fishy as he was taught at school, carrying him with little difficulty, as he was much skinnier than he used to be. It's not like Goldy couldn't lift him up if the inmate wasn't starving for the last week or so. He was a fit person.
He was surprised by Ms Important, who was holding herself against the wall with one hand, and holding her knife in another. She must have recovered a bit, though she was still bleeding from the ankle.
"You're not going anywhere and neither am I. Bukky knows about everything already and is on his way. Enjoy the last minutes of your life!" - Ms Important started laughing menacingly.
Goldy couldn't get past her without beating her in hand-to-hand combat, which would mean dropping Fishy. He might not survive that. Just as he started to panick slightly, he heard a gunshot. His enemy slumped to the ground, with both her ankles bleeding. In front of him stood Froggy.
"Car's ready to go. Took you long enough, kiddo."
"Thanks, Ted. Much appreciated."
They placed Fishy carefully on the back seat and got in the car themselves. They started a race against the clock.
"Hmmm, Ted, how far away are we from your house?"
"We're almost there."
"Let's not go there, I have a bad feeling about this."
"That's crap. We need to help Fishy immediately."
"Important told me tha..."
At that moment they heard a car honking loudly, as well as several gunshots. It were Bukky's men! Well, actually those were the teachers of the IIIrd LO who were sent after the escapee. The self-appointed headmaster had access to the data of both the students and the teachers, so he had little doubt where to sent his men.
"Damn, this is getting difficult now." - Goldy frowned slightly.
"Fasten your seatbelts, Mike. We're gonna lose them!"
Froggy pushed the pedal to the metal, his car barely able to withstand the speed at which they were moving.
"Let's slow them down, I've got a nice surprise for them right here." - Goldy leaned out of the car's window and threw a few rocks at the hostile vehicle, managing to shatter their windshield. They were still in pursuit, but their driver slowed down on pure instinct.
"Nice one. I guess keeping useless trash in your pockets really pays off sometimes" - Froggy put on some distance on the pursuers and after several more minutes, eventually lost the chase in a rural area just outside Cufthill.
"Okay now. Since it's not that safe to return to town now, what are we supposed to do?" - Froggy wondered.
"Interesting question, Ted. Hmm... ...I know!"