Timeless Creations

14. Flee

Thanks to the built in GPS in the McLaren they realised that they were an hour or so outside of Cape Town. They all agreed that they would drive to the airport and make a plan to escape the country there.

For Chris this period of silence was horrible. He could think too much. About their circumstances. About the plan to escape. The plan for the future. About her. Thankfully they arrived at the airport before he could go mad.

For some odd reason the weather was amazing. The sun was shining brightly. The birds were chirping. The air was pleasantly cool and had a slight salty smell. Thankfully they were in a sunny country. In summer.
It seemed to make their situation a bit brighter. Chris didn't feel as irritated and relaxed a little. He even let his guard down for a moment. Just to ensure that his nerves weren't shot.

For the trio getting money to buy tickets would be super easy. They did have two super cars after all. Finding a dealership would be easy. Added to that, their cars were in really good condition so they would at least be able to get a few million for the P1 and the Ferrari.

However to get passports would be more difficult. They would somehow have to forge their passports. This in itself was a time constraint. And a stealth thing. These people who gad the skills to make these passports were so conspicuous that no one actually knew who they were. Somehow they would have to find one.

Nick who seemed to watch too many movies asked "Can't we just like find him in a phone book? Or just like google him?"

Jean replied with irritation "Uh no. If they put their phone numbers for everyone to see they'll get caught"

Nick still didn't seem to catch on. It was a wonder that he actually was able to drive his car.

Then, to everyone's suprise, he actually made a comment that made sense. "Couldn't be bribe the officials? I mean we are in South Africa aren't we Jean?"

Chris was dumbfounded. He thought this idea was as bad as the first one. I mean surely the guards won't accept a bribe. Surely. Surely?

He looked at Jean. With a massive surprise Jean nodded his head with his eyes looking down, his head bowed. He almost looked ashamed at his home country. "It's true. Many of our policemen accept bribes. But not airport officials"

Maybe that is why he was looking so ashamed. The plan wouldn't work

"So we're gonna have to get another plan. I mean. What is the rush? Because it's not like we're being chased or something."

Jean was looking a little bit better.

"No. We have a time constraint. We have to get to CERN. We have to get hired so that we can make a defense! They have the resources and everything!"

Nick looked at Chris in horror. His eyes were wide and his lips were pursed. Something was irritating him.
"So this is your plan huh? Did you think to, you know, ask us?"

"Well I assumed that you'd want to do the same..."

"You can't just assume something like this Chris! We want some input. Right Jean?"

Something about Jean's shoes interested him more than their conversation. Eventually he realised that they were looking at him and he sheepishly moved his eyes up. "Uh... well.... I guess Chris has a point. We need to make an anti-rover to combat Marcus"

Nick looked at Jean with daggers in his eyes.

"But Nick has a point Chris. You should consult us before making such a decision"

This made both men happy. Sighing a sigh of relief he looked at them with a renewed concentration and determination. "It just so happens that I know a guy. He can get us fake identity documents that look real. It may take a couple of days though. I just need to find a telephone..."

Finding a dealership seemed harder than expected. With no form of ID, selling the cars was a slightly difficult task. They would just have to wait for their documents.

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Finally they arrived. Two long days later (days spent on minimal meals and rough accommodation) their contact had been contacted, a deal had been struck and their documents came in. All with their names and photographs. With these documents they could finally sell their cars.

An hour or so later they tested their documents for validity. They needed a bank account. So they opened one.

Within the next three the account had R2 million. Both the P1 and Ferrari had been snatched up by the first dealer. Frankly he couldn't believe his luck.

This whole process seemed way to east for Chris. Clearly something was off. Surely they would have been caught or something....

But with a reassuring smile Jean convinced Chris that he was just being too suspicious. That everything would be okay. That this fortunate chain of events was just coincidental.

Over the next few days they lived extravagant lives. 4 star hotels every night. Going out into the streets at night, going to bars and clubs. They were having the time of their lives. Then they realised what they had to do.

They booked a flight bound for Geneva. It was going to be a long flight so they all got a pair of earphones and a cellphone. Things, for a moment seemed normal. Almost. Too normal.