Hurricane // Danger Days (Book 2)

23.

"Wait!" Alien yelled into her communicator. "What—"

But the call had already ended.

"Guys," she said to her friends, "we've got to go. Storm's actually in trouble now."

Cola, who was driving, suddenly slammed on the brakes. Everyone lurched forward. Alien, Revolution, and Sunset, who had their seatbelts on, were safe, but Rampage fell forward out of his seat and hit the back of Cola's chair.

"Are you actually serious?" Cola yelled.

"Yes, I am!" Alien yelled right back. "Now turn the goddamn car around!"

Cola begrudgingly did so, and Revolution laughed the whole time.

They were back on course to the Hub. They still had about an hour and a half to drive (at top speed of course), and Alien could already tell they'd be arguing the whole time. "Rev, could you put in a CD or something?" she asked.

"On it," Rev replied, and the next thing everyone knew, they were listening to Mad Gear and Missile Kid. Alien had no idea why Cola was surprised.

Suddenly, she heard an engine revving behind the van. She looked out the back window, and her heart rate increased rapidly.

"BLI found us!"

Cola looked in the rear-view mirror, and his face hardened. "Okay guys, let's do this." Then he grabbed the steering wheel and wrenched the car to the left.

Rampage fell out of his chair again, this time right on top of Alien. "Cola, stop doing that!"

"Why don't you put a seatbelt on, idiot?" Alien said, shoving him off of her lap.

"Here's a question," Cola shouted, "Why did you make me drive when you know I'm the best shot out of all of you?"

"Because you're also the best driver out of all of us," Sunset, who was siting in the back row of the van, said. She hadn't spoken since Storm called them last.

"True," Cola admitted. "Whatever. I'm gonna try to lose them. Rampage, please put your seatbelt on."

Rampage did as he said (while complaining about how annoying it was), then the car swerved again, this time to the right. The BLI car followed them.

"I'll handle this," Revolution said, rolled down their window, and leaned out of it, pointing their gun at the car. They shot at it recklessly, but still with a one hundred percent percent hit rate. They were only trying to break the car's windshield, however, but the shots were bouncing off of it harmlessly. Revolution ducked back into the van. "I don't think I'm gonna be able to—"

"Cola, open the sunroof," Alien said. She grabbed her gun and leaned out of the roof, closing one eye and lining her gun up with the driver's side of the windshield. She switched her gun to full power, then fired.

The windshield cracked.

"Yes!" she shouted, then aimed again, at the same spot.

But she didn't have to. The Draculoid in the passenger seat punched through it and started shooting.

Alien quickly crouched down back into the van. "They're shooting!"

"Calm down, Allie, its probably just a stun gun," Rampage said.

"Fine!" Alien took off her jacket, threw it at Rampage, and stood back up. She started rapid-firing at the car, aiming for the Scarecrow that was driving.