1. Highway to the Danger Zone (1/2)
highway
to the danger zone.
disclaimer:
i don't own anything, not even the chair i'm sat on! so if you want to sue,
expect to get nothing. seriously though, all final fantasy characters belong to
squaresoft...
author
note: i try to make every story i write unique and different from the last.
at least that is the plan anyway! title for this fic
is from a song by kenny loggins. i believe it is from
the top gun sound-track, but i may have to check into that. anyway, i suggest
you find it if you haven't heard it before.
the
background: a team of criminals have been sweeping esthar,
causing a record number of twenty- three major robberies in the past few
months. so far, no sufficient evidence has been gathered by the police to
connect the crimes with anyone. but as the criminals try for bigger prizes,
will they become blinded and forget to cover their tracks?
"i'm
a cowboy,
on
a steel horse i ride.
i'm
wanted,
dead or alive."
~bon
jovi
a black motorbike sped through the
dark, deserted streets of esthar, sending a booming
noise into the deathly quiet black air with a sharp change of gear. sirens
screeched after it with a piercing high squeal, and in a few seconds the owners
of the noise appeared, skidding round the corner. a flashing blue light on top
of the police cars
oke into everyone's window as it pursued the mocking
figure on the bike.
"he's heading down bond
street, over," stated a voice from an electronic
device. the statement was
oken up into pieces with gaps of silence inserted
where there shouldn't be. but the words were instantly understood by the
trained ear.
the motorbike shifted into its
highest gear and sped as fast as it could up towards the main road.
"watch out; there he goes,"
commented another. "we'll cut him off at the east
road
idge."
the police cars continued to submit
their commands and observations to one another, unaware that they were being
listened to by a pirate station. the radio messages were now in the knowledge
of a small team inside an old warehouse on the edge of the city. a tall woman
with long blonde hair scraped up in a bun grabbed a pair of earphones with a
microphone attached to them and sat down in front of a computer screen.
quickly, she loaded a map of the city. a moving red dot showed her the exact
location of the speeding motorbike.
"this is hq owl to dark-raid1, do
you read me? over."
"dark-raid1
reading you loud and clear. over."
"they are planning to cut you off at
the east
road
idge.
the nearest car is at zone2 garage. over."
"roger that."
there was silence in the cold,
abandoned warehouse--the same sinister silence that had occupied it for so many
years. but this time it had the power to cut into their ears and quicken the
beating of their hearts so they pounded in their chests.
"quistis,
where is he now?" a small figure asked from the other side of the room.
the blonde woman flicked her eyes
back to screen to answer the question.
"10 minutes from the car swap," quistis replied, following the little red dot with her
eyes. after hearing this answer her friend looked up from her work and smiled.
"come on, squall, you can make
it," commented the smaller female to
herself. she then
buried herself back into her work, her face disappearing into a car bonnet to
look at the engine. there was a loud amount of clanking and clicking noises
from her direction for awhile, and then she seemed to give up.
but still the bike
raced on--the rider enjoying the adrenaline rushing through his veins until he
was blinded to everything else. the entrance to the east
road opened up on his
right and he swerved away from it and into a nearby garage. the police cars
could be heard gaining ever closer every second, but they couldn't see where he
had gone.
a man with spiked
blonde hair placed a helmet on his head and jumped on the bike. he gave a
'thumbs up' and sped out of the garage seconds before the police saw where it
came from. the black clad rider watched the blonde man and his bike speed up
towards the trap laid out on the
idge. smiling in a crazed fashion, he threw
his bag into the back seat of a silver bmw and started
the engine. the car crept silently out of the garage and rode smoothly along in
the opposite direction to the
idge.
the bike now started
to race over the east
idge.
a long line of metal spikes across the road could be clearly seen now, and the
scattered police hid behind it with their microphones and guns.
"stop now. you
have nowhere to go," shouted a voice amplified by a microphone. but the man
took no notice and revved harder.
the bike continued
its dangerous speed until it swerved precariously and hit the service ramp
before jumping the railing and plunging towards the black water below. both
bike and rider hit the water at the same time. the bike surfaced and was
instantly spotted by the police left on the
idge.
"there is no sign of
the criminal," one of the officers commentated into his radio, his eyes still
searching the water.
"yes!" quistis screamed. "selphie, he did it! he did it!"
the small girl
screamed and hugged her friend.
"i knew he could,"
selphie said, smiling. quistis patted her hand and
laughed, forgetting all her cares for that one happy moment.
after pressing a few
more buttons, quistis
ought the map back to the
screen. the red dot was now blinking in the zepher river.
"dark-raid1, where is your
location?" quistis asked into her microphone. selphie
sat anxiously next to her and looked at her face intently. a fuzzy noise came
back in reply.
"20 miles north of
hq. i'm about to take the connecting road now... wait...oh, holy shit!" quistis's eyes widened. what was happening? it would have
to be something bad; there was no room for error in their plan.
"what? dark-raid, are you there?" quistis asked, almost screaming her question. selphie
jumped out of her chair and shouted into the mouthpiece until quistis took it away. but it was no good; he was gone.
"selphie, he's gone."
"but what happened?" selphie asked,
sitting back down to calm herself. "our plan was flawless. what is going on?"
"i don't know, but squall can take