Bourne A Diamond (First Draft)

Chapter Fifteen

PoV: Kaylee

We continued to drive despite the sound of the helicopter. It was very stressful, as the sound would get loud, then die off, then come even closer, then move away again, only to come back, not as loud as before, then leave. I couldn't make out a pattern, and neither could Julia.

"Hopefully they are just crop dusting or something equally harmless," she said, then corrected herself, "Well, not to say crop dusting can't be dangerous. And it's not very likely that they would be doing that in the fall."

I nodded, looking out the window, both hoping I'd be able to see the helicopter, and hoping it would stay out of sight.

"So, if the helicopter is after us, what can we do?" I asked, figuring that planning for the worst was a good idea.

"It would be nearly impossible to hide from them, and it would be difficult to lose them in an outright race, but with a dose of luck, we should be able to beat them to the border. There we'll be safe as we'll be out of their jurisdiction."

I grinned, "That sounds great! How likely is it for us to beat them to the border?"

Julia paused, "it depends on if they continue whatever search pattern they are doing, or if they actually find us."

I gulped, but nodded, "Okay, so we have little to no control over what unfolds."

"Exactly," Julia said.

We drove in silence for a while, both of us very much on edge.

We had enjoyed almost twenty minutes of helicopter free quiet when it came back, and loudly.

Julia did her best to look behind us, but couldn't see anything. I turned around all the way in my seat to look out the back window but saw nothing.

"They're probably behind us," Julia said, sounding stressed, "but our roof is hiding them from view."

My mouth was dry, "Do you think they've seen us?"

"With how little shelter we have and how loud it sounds, I'm positive they've seen us."

I looked behind us again, "It's going to be close, isn't it?"

She nodded, speeding up the car slightly.

I bit my lip, trying not to get too stressed as we drove.

Trees began to line the left side of the road as we raced along.

"We may be able to get a look at them up at this turn," Julia said quickly, "Kaylee, can you look out for them?"

"Sure, will do," I said.

More trees appeared, this time on the right side of the road. As Julia took the corner more than slightly over the speed limit, I was able to see the helicopter.

"It's a police one!" I said, "do you think there are police cars behind them?"

"Don't know, don't want to," Julia said snappishly, "can you let me drive?"

"'Course, sorry," I apologized.

The road turned again, to the right this time, and a less severe curve.

"How far back are they?" Julia asked.

"They are just getting over the top of the trees," I reported.

She nodded crisply, "Acknowledged."

We got out of the wooded area and back to some fields for about thirty seconds before we were back in the pine trees, continuing to speed along the road, all respect for the speed limit forgotten.