Double Agent

No Turning Back

Everyone jumped as cars sped in from all angles, closing ranks around the Calaway vehicle, trapping it in perfect organisation. I ran for my SUV, ignoring the cash and guns, whilst agents continued to pile out of cars, a couple of them sweeping up Hayes and Flynn as they ran. I leapt in behind the wheel, noticing the troubled looks on the faces of the other four, who looked torn as they searched for a way through the sea of federal agents, and came up blank on a back-up escape route.

The engine roared into life and I hit reverse, slamming my foot on the pedal and crashing into the rear end of a car that had attempted to block mine in, sending it flying backwards out of the way, and narrowly missing the place where Luke was standing.

"Fancy giving us a hand?" He snarled, as my open window lined up with him.

Chaos was rapidly descending on the scene as agents attempted to apprehend the Calaways, none too successfully it seemed as they were fought off expertly by the four, who I was surprised to see, hadn't drawn their weapons.

"Why should I?" I shouted back, pushing the gearstick forwards, and preparing to set off out of there.

Luke threw me a scathing glare as he ducked under the arm of an oncoming agent, swinging low and knocking him to the ground.

"Common fucking decency maybe?" He snapped.

"Fine!" I called back.

He yelled to the others, wrenching open the rear door for the man and woman to retreat into, and following them inside. Dashiel dodged another agent, skirting round the front of my vehicle, and casting one last annoyed look at the weapons that sat abandoned just a short distance away, he launched into the passenger seat. The door hadn't even closed before I floored it, the engine roaring loudly as I drove us out of danger, and sped through the docks.

A car was hot on my tail, its speed matching mine, following my every move no matter how hard I tried to shake it. I took a corner at speed, the weight of the vehicle tipping over drastically, almost making the left side leave the road, yet still the car followed.

Dammit Henry, I said I wanted it to look real, not be a fucking death sentence. I thought to myself, narrowly missing striking a metal gate from swerving away at the last second.

"You weren't kidding when you said you don't get caught." The man who hadn't spoken so far this evening, suddenly burst out.

I shook my head, spotting a narrow passageway that led out onto the road, just up ahead and forming a plan.

"Everyone, hold on." I warned, steering to the side and then flooring the brake, sending us screeching to a halt, launching forwards whilst Henry's car sailed past us.

I watched as his brake lights kicked in a good quarter of a mile ahead, and spun the steering wheel to the left, taking the passageway, and speeding back up once we were safely through, joining the main road and disappearing into the late night traffic.

"I think we're safe." Luke said from the back seat a short time later.

"You guys might be, but they will have gotten my plate, so now I'm on their radar." I snapped.

"Not necessarily."

I glanced at Dashiel, pretending not to understand what he might be insinuating.

"Look, you helped us out, I'm sure that we can somehow return the favour." He explained. "Besides, I can't exactly risk losing you right now. I just lost my shipment, and you might be the only way to help me secure another one."