Simon stood outside the rendezvous point, a cigarette between his lips as he waited for Cotter to get there. The doughy, increasingly haggard looking man rolled up in his mercedes, bright and early, the cool of the morning still in the air, a black leather jacket on his person.
He stepped out of the car and looked over at his drivers and gunmen. ?Right, lads. Ya look ?ungry. Ya look tough. Ya look ready for ****in? action!?
Murmurs and cheers rose up as Cotter walked amongst his people. Simon eyeing him as he sent a plume of smoke out from between his lips.
?We?re gonna roll up there, take the bastards for everything they got! Put ?em away and make em? remember why they fear Cameron Cotter!? He sneered and nodded. ?Anybody gets in your way, you put a bullet between their ****in? eyes! PUT ?EM IN THE ****IN? GROUND!?
The image in his head of Cotter laid low, handcuffed and thrown in the back of Paige?s car carried Simon through the little speech.
?LET?S ROLL!? Cameron shouted.
Simon took one last heavy drag and threw his cigarette on the ground, stomping it out with his bullet and blowing out a lungful of smoke.
==One Hour Later==
The trucks arrived right on time, the movement of the money well underway as he sat inside the Charger, hands on the wheel waiting for the sign.
The trucks were loaded and ready to move, heading out in a convoy, escorted by a single squad car. Street after street, they rode on uneventful. It was not to last. A massive dump truck came careening down the intersection, plowing into the squad car, blindsiding it and sending the vehicle rolling. A black Escalade skidded to a stop, armed men jumping out and moving on the Armored trucks.
One of the drivers decided to be a hero and drew a weapon, earning a burst to the chest from one of Cotter?s men. Lots of screaming and yelling followed as they forced the other drivers to comply, unlocking their doors, aware now of what sort they were dealing with. The bags removed and the remaining drivers loaded and locked into the back of the trucks.
?Packages secure. Go now.? Came Cotter?s voice over the radio.
Simon slapped the car into gear, his boot stomping on the gas as he tore out into the streets. Weaving through the back alleys he came out, slamming on the breaks, the car sliding to a stop right beside the trucks, two other cars following suit. The gunmen opened the back door, throwing in the duffel bag loaded with cash onto the seat. The moment the door shut, he hit the accelerator, burning rubber as he jetted away.
The other cars, loaded up and hot on his tail, he lead them through the back alleys and side streets out onto the main stretch, keeping an eye out for the trap that Paige, no doubt would have set and was just waiting to spring.
With a jerk of the wheel, he lead them off the main road and down into a aqueduct, tearing through the wet concrete until they reached the first checkpoint, the cars screeching to a halt. Simon immediately got out of his car, shouldering the bag and throwing the incendiary grenade into the charger. He loaded up the bag into the waiting Camaro, sliding into the driver?s seat, deadly focus in his eyes as the grenade let out a massive boom, the interior now burning.
The three new cars rolled out into the aqueduct, Simon leading them again back up onto the road, three burning husks of a car left behind. As they were about to cross an intersection, they were suddenly cut off. An unmarked Crown Vic pulling immediately in front of them.
Simon slammed on the brakes, barely avoiding a collision. In the Driver?s seat, Paige made eye contact with him, corner of his mouth upturning. Several other squad cars were approaching from behind. The gearshift cracked back into reverse, Simon pressing the pedal down hard. The cars all scattered, Simon going in reverse down a residential street with Paige on his nose. He spied an opening big enough for him to fit through, only a wooden fence in his way.
The Camaro burst through, sending wood splinters and fragments flying all over, the car off its wheels for a moment before slamming back down, bouncing with the impact before he threw himself into a complete 180.
SImon hit the car into drive and gunned it away from the pursuing Paige. The others all had their backup routes. They were not his concern at the moment. Weaving in and out of traffic, he lead Paige on a wild chase, jerking the wheel into a wild drifting turn before straightening himself out and rocketing forward. Paige was barely able to keep up, losing a bit of ground as she struggled to negotiate the turn at high speed, lights flashing, sirens blaring.
Simon glanced in his rearview, a smirk on his face. The wheel cut left and he went down another back alley, absolutely decimating a plastic garbage can, sending trash flying everywhere in his wake.
A quick glance at his clock brought a bit of urgency to him. They had backup plans within back up plans. If he timed it right, it would work perfectly. His eyes focused ahead on the rapidly approaching train tracks?.and the train that was on its way.
?No way.? Paige said, watching as Simon sped up. ?He?s gonna try to race the ****in? train! ? She sped up, trying to match him and maybe hit him with a pit maneuver. But he was too quick, nearer and nearer that train came to him. And at the last moment, he threaded the needle, missing the train by inches.
Corrine slammed on her brakes, barely able to keep from blasting into the train.
?Ain?t he supposed to be helpin? us, C?? Stanton asked, gripping white-knuckled to the oh-**** handle.
She glared ahead. ?They?ll be heading for the third Checkpoint. We get there before them.? She responded. ?This mother ****er better not screw us.?
Simon turned down the main stretch to checkpoint two, the other two cars converging and coming to a stop under an overpass. Cameron stood waiting outside one of the three waiting SUV?s as they pulled up. He eyed Simon a moment, nodding to him. Something in his eyes, the tatted driver didn?t particularly feel comfortable with.
Simon switched out his bag into his SUV, dropping another grenade into the Camaro and pulled his way up into the vehicle and started the engine, watching as Cotter boarded another. Foot met accelerator, Simon once again taking point. He took them down the route, not a cop car in sight.
Once the convoy passed three unmarked squads came screaming around a corner in pursuit. Simon edged the SUV up to its top speed, barreling down a side street toward an old fenced-off factory. The vehicle made short work of that chain link fence, bringing the cars through the buildings and unused stacks as more squad cars joined the chase.
He turned a corner as one of them came up alongside him. The cop tried to sideswipe him, metal shrieking and banging as they collided. Simon jerked the wheel hard, putting the cop car?s left wheels onto a loading ramp and sending the vehicle careening through the air, crashing down on its passenger side in shower of sparks and broken glass.
The SUV tore through the other fence as he got right back on the main road. The convoy, having scattered pulling up beside him. He glanced out his window catching Cotter eyeing him, offering a nod. Simon returned it and hit the gas, taking point once again.
The engine revved loudly as Simon?s SUV roared down the angled wall of another section of aqueduct...but this time, the three cars waiting for them were surrounded by cops, Corrine Paige at the front, vest strapped on and an AR shouldered. Any other time, he might be worried. But this was part of his plan.
He spotted the spike strips almost too late, jerking his wheel to the right to avoid it.
Paige stared down the barrel of her rifle, eyes on the approaching convoy. ?Come on...make this easy, Toews?? She muttered to herself.
One of the SUVs? tires suddenly exploded, the wheel whipped right wildly,, slamming into the one beside it. But Simon just gunned it, as the bare rims sparked and scraped on the ground. They were Paige?s problem now. Good luck, Cotter, you son of a bitch.
His focus turned then to Paige...the SUV never slowing as he approached. Someone behind her opened fire, which just started a chain reaction, bullets pinging off the front of the car and tearing through the windshield. Simon had to duck out of the way as one ripped through his headrest and into the backseat. He set his jaw, glancing back and yanked the wheel to the left, the car continuing to take fire as it climbed up the angled wall and burst through the fence at the top, leaving Paige, Cotter and the others to each other.
Paige stared wide-eyed after the car until her attention was redirected to Cotter?s men exiting their vehicles with assault rifles and opened fire. Corrine ducked behind her car for cover, pulling her radio up. ?We?re under fire! Requesting immediate back-up!? She shouted into it. ?Toews is still on the run. Black Ford Escape heading Northbound!? She dropped the mic and returned fire.
Plans within plans. You didn?t piss in the the Devil?s eye if you didn?t have an escape in-place. Simon pulled into an underground parking garage, the car creaking to a stop. Parked and waiting was the mini-van. Simon grabbed the duffel of cash and loaded it into the back of the van, sliding the door shut. Leaving the bullet-ridden SUV behind, he joined the hustle and bustle of daily life.