The Herd

Chapter 8

The car slid across the road as I made a turn around a building corner. Bullets flew around us from three other cars following us. The men hung out the windows and shouted at us to stop. Some wore the full suits, but most didn't have helmets and didn't seem to be wearing their normal uniforms.
The three cars consisted of a black SUV, a Toyota Tacoma with a .50 cal in the back, and a Ford Challenger in the very back. I'd have outrun all of them a few blocks ago, but with the layout of the city, I had to constantly slow my roll for the various turns. Made it hard to loose them. Still made it fun, though.
We made our way through the dead corner of the city, quickly making our way to the active traffic. I could see the lights above every building, but I couldn't hear the hundreds of live cars. Probably because my music was still blaring. A remix of Micheal Jackson's Billie Jean. Plus the bullets and constant shouting of angry men.
Ben and Antonio hung out their windows firing back at the intruders. Their asses barely still in the car. Kahu barked and ran in circles on his seat, wagging his tail like he was trying to karate chop a fly. All the while, I sat behind the wheel grinning like a madman, and laughing at the morons trying to catch me. Me. The one known as the Kaptain. A man with my skill behind a wheel can't be caught. These idiots are wasting their time. Though, like I said, it's hard to loose them in the city, they won't last long anyway. Not with Antonio and Ben's precision.
Speaking of Ben, he shouted as he talked to Noah on comms. I wasn't connected to their channel, but judging from his tone, they were not talking about who's red velvet cake recipe tastes better. Whenever he would come back in the car to reload his weapon he stole, he'd be swearing like a political cuss president.
Ben rolled back in and quickly rolled up his window as bullets rapidly attacked the glass. One of the following cars, the black SUV, started to take my side. He drove up with the passenger out the window cursing and firing his CZ Scorpion EVO 9mm. His ammunition littered my window, but it managed to hold and not shatter in my face.
When he crawled back into his car, most likely to reload, I calmly rolled down the window and backed up Kahu and my seats. When bullets began to fly past my face, I jerked the wheel to the left and we slammed into the SUV. The man was jammed through my window and flew his arms around, shooting his gun out the other window. Kahu ripped at his arm. He screamed in pain and dropped his gun.
"Gah!" Antonio shouted when he came in to reload. "Get him out of here, Kap!"
I perked up to see above his back and pushed the invading car farther to the left. It was forced to ram into a light pole and flipped over. The man was ripped out from my car and flew into the air screaming until he hit the pavement and the truck ran his ass over. Kahu kept a few of his fingers of course.
"Good boy." I said, scratching behind his ear.
"Kap." Ben said, rolling up his window.
"What?" I looked at my rear view mirror to see someone cock the the .50 caliber.
"Son of a b-" I seized my sentence when I had to jerk the wheel to dodge the fury of bullets that shredded at the hull of my car. The back window began to crack as the bullets made indents, almost piercing completely through. "Damn!" I shouted.
I looked at my side mirror just to catch glimpse of a bullet smacking it off. "Motherf-flappy bird!" I jerked the wheel to turn a corner. The truck and the challenger stayed close behind.
"Antonio," I said. "When I say so, take the wheel."
"Got it."
"Ben, do me a favor and roll down your window." I said, looking at him behind me through the mirror.
"Um, okay." When he rolled it down, the sound of bullets and the firing of the .50 instantly drowned my music.
"Now open the door." I said.
"What!?" He shouted.
"Just fuckin' do it!"
"Fine!"
"Take the wheel!"
As Ben flung open his door, I unbuckled, locked the car's gas, and opened my door as well. Antonio reached from behind and grabbed the wheel while I grabbed onto the outside of Ben's door and hung outside. I peered over the door and aimed out the window. The majority of the door offered enough cover to keep me alive while I aimed up my shot to the shooter. A bullet shot through my shoulder, barely grazing bone. I winced and almost let go of the door but I regained footing and aimed again. The shoot tried to kill me, but I shot him in the head before he got the chance.
"Yes!" I shouted. And as a bonus, I took that moment to kill the driver as well. The truck veered to the righted and flipped over. "Hell yeah!"
"Kaptain!"
I felt the car jerk to the left from the other side. I look behind me just in time to narrowly miss a fire hydrant. It did, however, hit the edge of the two open doors. I gripped to the side of the car going about 80 miles an hour as the doors slammed shut. I looked over to see the cause of the sudden pickle.
I hadn't noticed before, but the challenger drove passed the truck as I shot at it, and took that moment to ram into us. It then was slowly pushing us to the side. I had to hug the car whenever we passed a light pole.
I tried to pull open my door, but it locked from the inside. I banged on the window and shouted at Antonio.
"Open the damn door!"
He reached over but had to revert his attention back to the wheel when the challenger rammed us again. I almost fell off, as we bashed through a pole. If we hit a hydrant we're done for. Antonio tried the door again, but couldn't really reach. His ass was still in the back, and could barely keep the car under control like that as it was.
I banged on Ben's door. He opened it, and yes I didn't think it through, I swung out to the side as we barreled towards a hydrant. Antonio managed to push the car back on the road, but my back was turned straight to the short yellow water pillar of death.
"CLOSE IT! CLOSE IT!! CLOSE IT!!" I squealed.
Ben closed the door back just in time for the fire hydrant to whip past us.
"Oh, holy shit..." I sighed.
Ben shoved Antonio up bit, trying to make room for me to climb in. I reached through the window to pull my body in, but by the time my shoulders were in, I got stuck and couldn't go further. I climb back out to see what the problem was and found my trench coat stuck in my door.
"You've got to be shitting me..." I took that moment to look through my window, passed Antonio, and at the driver of the challenger.
Of... fuckin'... course...
It was Ashley Hakakā. The member of the Jocks that everyone considers my doppelgänger.
All of us have one... it's a pain.
She's considered my double because she's Hawaiian but white, like me, she has brown hair and eyes, and because of her dog and driving skills.
She looked over and noticed me. She smiled and looked back to the road. She rammed us again and I nearly flew off if it wasn't for my trench being stuck.
Her brown hair was tied into a tail, and she wore a black jacket with a gray hoodie underneath. It was unzipped it seemed, but I couldn't see what she was wearing underneath it. Her fingerless gloved hands gripped the wheel, and various bracelets hung from her wrists along with a watch.
According to our intel, she was born and raised on the big island of Hawai'i. When she turned 12, she moved to Kingdom City with her father. Her father was mugged and murdered. She was taken, and she went through a life no one can dream of even in nightmares. She was saved my Curt's Jocks and became one herself. She's not the worst of the Jocks, but she's caused us her own set of problems.
Her blue nose pitbull, Mako, sat on the passenger seat. I could see him and Kahu eyeing each other out, ferociously growling at one another.
"Uh, Kap." Ben tapped my arm. "Look." He pointed at the backseat of the Challenger.
Oh, that's just great.
Even passed Antonio's ass I could see the two guys sitting in the back.
Devon Kone and Ron Alejandro Camila. The Ben and Antonio wannabes. That, however, makes them the Jocks two of three top fighters.
Welp... we're dead.
Devon was a tall, beefy Russian. Not enough to have a bad accent, but he defiantly looked the part. He had bright brown hair, blue eyes, and a knife's scar on the right side of his cheek from one of his brawls with Ben. He wore a gray windbreaker and a silver chain necklace.
Devon's intel is... kinda lame if you'd ask me. He was born rich. He was rich. He had a rich family, rich friends, a rich cat. That made him valuable. Curt seeked him out, and he became their prime source of cash. Devon's spoiled and dumb. He was only Ben's mirror image because of his looks and his intense fighting skill. He didn't have the brain capacity to hold up against Ben's math test score.
Ronald grew up on the streets of Kingdom. His father was the boss of a weapon smuggling cartel, but he was taken down by the KCPD, and his business was shut down. Ron was forced to the street, moving from one mob to the next gang. Eventually he found Curt, and they were friends ever since.
If you hadn't noticed, Curt was the core link of the gang. No one knows where he came from. Intel is dry, and we could never find anything on him.
Okay. We have four hostiles. One female, two males, and a dog. Antonio was stuck between the seats, I was stuck outside a moving vehicle, and Ben was stuck between the both of us. I began to feel like Kahu was our most effective fighter at that moment.
If we get out of this, Noah's gonna have our heads...