Mister Nobody

Chapter 11

Holloway heard one of the agents shouting through the radio on the headset. "All units, all units, targets spotted heading west on 9th Avenue! All units converge on the targets!" Holloway looked at the live feed inside the MCC switching around to different security cameras, trying to catch a glimpse of the two fugitives. "Come on, people, let's find these guys." He said as they kept switching, until they got a camera across the street from the alleyway than ran behind the motel. "Stop! Right there!" Holloway pointed as they zoomed in and saw the two of them right next to a car next to the sidewalk. After the girl fiddled around with the door a bit, she got in with DeLancie riding shotgun. The car started and drove off, with the agents just missing them. Holloway spoke into the headset. "All units, suspects are now in a black sedan, licence plate Zulu Foxtrot Tango Sierra 456, last seen heading west on 9th Avenue. All available units are to stop the vehicle and apprehend the suspects alive." Looking back into the MCC, Holloway saw Ralston standing there with his arms crossed, and a hint of a smug grin on his face. "Told you he would run."

The streets of New York were relatively quiet at night, but were abruptly shattered as a car sped through traffic, several police cars with sirens blaring following close behind. Jack stayed down in the passenger's seat while Alison maneuvered through traffic. Looking at both their pistols, they had a total of 11 rounds between them. "We're not gonna be able to hold these guys off with gunfire. We need to lose them." Nodding, Alison saw an intersection coming up. "Hold on!" She shouted as she jerked the wheel to the right suddenly, heading into the oncoming lane as several cars honked at them. Jack yelled and put his hands over his face. "Shit!" He could hear the sound of metal wrenching against metal as they scraped against the side of a taxi. The cops were following them, in the correct lane, and were able to close the gap between them. Jack looked to his right and saw the cop in the car next to him pull out his gun. His eyes widening, he shouted to Alison. "Down!" Alison ducked as far down as she could, as bullets shattered the glass of Jack's window, spraying it all over his body as he could hear rounds hitting the door as well. "Give me some cover!" Alison shouted, and Jack shot the Glock out of his window, not really being able to aim, but just hoping it would push them back for a bit. It seemed to work as the cops pulled back. Ejecting his last mag, Jack reloaded the Glock with the last of their bullets. "I'm almost out. We need to get rid of these guys. Something tells me they aren't normal cops again." Gritting her teeth, Alison muttered under her breath. "Ralston...we need to get out of the city." Jack saw a sign flash by, and pointed to a road. "Turn off here!"

Holloway was watching a live feed from a helicopter that had joined the pursuit, shining a spotlight down on the cars. Holloway could see several flashes of light coming from between the two vehicles, and he sighed. "Damn it." He heard voices coming over the radio. "Shots fired, repeat, shots fired." Speaking into the headset, he leaned on the side of the desk. "All units, take this guy out, but goddamn it, cease fire! We can't risk any civilians getting hurt." One of the analysts behind him spoke up. "Sir! They just turned off 9th and are heading on West 44th." Following their progress on the map that was on the monitor, Holloway frowned. "Where the hell are they going? There's nothing down that way except-" Suddenly it clicked, and Holloway's eyes widened. "I need any units down by the pier to set up as many roadblocks as they can along West 44th. Make sure no civilian vehicles can get in. And send units to Weehawken, make sure all incoming roads to Manhattan are blocked off." The analyst frowned. "Why Weehawken, sir?" Holloway looked back at the map and live feed, seeing the vehicle swerving in between traffic. "Those bastards are heading for the tunnel."

The street was much thinner, but there was less traffic, meaning Alison could get more up to speed. "You know they'll be waiting for us at the Lincoln Tunnel, right? They're gonna have roadblocks everywhere." Nodding, Jack peeked out the back window of the car. "I know. I have a plan...kind of." Alison looked at him with a confused glance, then jerked forwards in her seat when the back window of the car was blown out by bullets. Jack looked up to see the first roadblock being set up on the road ahead of them that they would use to turn onto 10th Avenue. "Get up on the curb, go!" Alison turned the wheel and drove up onto the thankfully empty sidewalk. Bullets started to pepper the windshield, causing the both of them to duck as Jack shot back a few times. The space between the cop car and the wall on the left of the sidewalk was close, almost too close. Wincing, Alison gunned it, hearing a scraping noise and the sound of glass shattering as they grinded against the door of the cop car and broke its mirror. The car skidded onto 10th Avenue, and the tunnel was in sight, as well as the several cop cars and SWAT vans that blocked the road. "Now would be a good time for your plan!" Alison shouted as they could hear the helicopter above them. "Gun it!" Jack shouted as he felt the car accelerate to its max speed, heading straight towards the roadblock. Bullets showered the dashboard as the two occupants of the car ducked down. "Not yet!" Jack shouted as they kept speeding towards the roadblock, and Alison looked at him expectantly. "Now!" He shouted as the car crashed into one of the cop cars, causing the cop car to flip slightly as the sedan landed on its door, propped up on its back wheels, the both of them completely wrecked as they flew backwards from the road down the ramp into the entrance to the tunnel, landing with a crash of metal.