Tracy had pulled up alongside Meredith’s car on BT’s side. She rolled down her window. “What do you guys think?” Tracy asked. Angel was peering over Tracy ’s lap to get a better look at the mountain of a man.
“Even if they were cops once, which I’m not inclined to believe, I don’t think that they are out right now ‘to serve and to protect.’” “Kind of what I thought,” Tracy agreed.
BT thought she looked scared. ‘Makes sense,’ he thought, ‘I am.’
“Any ideas?” Tracy asked hopefully.
“What’s the worst that could happen?” Meredith asked.
“I know you didn’t just ask that,” BT said.
“BT, I don’t want to go guns all a blazing with the kids in the car.”
“Hey pretty lady, the policeman turned his lights on,” Angel said, pointing up the road.
“Yeah and the other one is waving for us to come up there,” Meredith noted.
BT turned to the backseat and grabbed a rifle to make sure it was loaded, then turned the radio back on. “Ron, this is BT, over.” A few moments later a response came forth. “Hi BT this is Mark, did you find my sister yet?” Ron’s youngest asked.
“Not yet buddy, is your dad there?” BT said, looking over his shoulder to see if the police were advancing.
“We had another zombie come up this morning, almost got to the house because Gary wasn’t there to guard anymore,” Mark said.
“Yeah, I heard that before,” BT answered, paying absolutely no attention to Mark. “Hey Mark, I need your dad, it’s pretty important,” “He’s outside, he’s setting up some fencing.”
“Don’t care kid, GO GET HIM!” BT said with force.
“Ass,” Mark said as he let the mic drop and hit the floor. BT and Meredith jumped from the loud noise in the cab of the car.
“The second cop just got in his car,” Tracy said with alarm.
“Meredith, grab the binoculars and see if there are other people in those cars,” BT told her, clutching the microphone. Any harder and he was going to have a handful of plasticized dust.
It was a stand-off at the moment, Tracy and Meredith’s cars versus the two cop cars.
“Twice in one day, to what do I owe this honor,” a slightly out of breath Ron asked.
“Got some issues Ron. We’re about an hour and a half away from the homestead and we’ve come up on a roadblock.” “Military?” Ron asked.
“I wish, cops or at least guys pretending to be cops. They have the cars and they have the uniforms but it doesn’t feel right.” “Dad,” Meredith said loudly. We just got off of 95 at Augusta and we’re on Route 3.” “I know where you’re at honey. Listen BT, that’s a great place for an ambush, there’s nowhere to turn off. Have they seen you?” “That would be an affirmative,” BT said.
“Okay, how far away are you from them?” “Quarter mile tops, and they’ve both entered their cars, so by the time we whip a U-turn and get out of here, they’ll be right on us. And to make it even funner, they look like they’re driving the old school 442 Interceptors, we can’t outrun them,” “Why would we want to outrun the cops?” Angel asked BT.
“Ryan, get your sister’s seatbelt back on, please,” Tracy requested quietly.
“Come on sis. Sit back down.” Angel fidgeted and squirmed but finally acquiesced to her older brother.
“This is so cool, we’re going to run from the cops,” Sty said with a glint in his eye.
“Shut up you idiot,” Ryan said as he punched his friend in the arm.
“You’re on a straightaway BT, they did it on purpose,” Ron said. “My suggestion is to go straight at them. I’ll get in my truck now and head your way. With the speeds we’re going to be going you only need to hold them off for forty minutes before some help gets there.” “That might be thirty-nine minutes too late. They’re rolling, Ron.” BT said softly.
“I’m leaving now,” Ron said. “I have a radio in the truck, stay in touch, tell Meredith to stay on Route 3 even when she gets to the Route 1 turn off. Let’s see if we can give these assholes something to think about. Out.” “You hear that, right?” BT asked Meredith. She nodded. “Glad you came now?”
“Not so much,” Meredith told him honestly.
BT turned to Tracy. Her knuckles were glowing stark white on the steering wheel. “ Tracy ,” BT said. She turned towards him. “When they get within a hundred feet or so, I’m going to give you the signal to go. Once we get past them, I’m going to have you stay in the lead and Maria Andretti here,” he said tapping Meredith on the shoulder, “is going to stay between you and the cruisers. You got that?” Tracy nodded imperceptibly. “Just stay on Route 3, don’t slow down for anything. If anything happens to us you keep going, you understand? You keep those kids safe.” Tracy ’s face nearly matched her knuckles. “This might be nothing,” “Do you believe that?” Tracy asked BT.
“Not at all,” he answered.
The two cop cars rolled to a halt within a hundred or so yards from Meredith and Tracy. “Citizens. this is Officer Gibson of the Portland Police Department, I am going to need to have all of the occupants of those two cars exit and lay flat down on the pavement,” the authoritative voice issued forth from the megaphone mounted under the hood.
“I can see the barrels of a couple of rifles in the first car,” Meredith whispered. “It’s like they’re hiding or something.” “I’m pretty sure they can’t hear you,” BT said. “But on a worse note, only people that are doing something wrong need to hide.” “Citizens,” Officer Gibson’s voice said again. “Flash your headlights if you heard and understand my instructions.” Meredith looked over to BT. He nodded. Anything that bought them a few extra moments was fine. She flipped her headlights on, as did Tracy .
The first car crept up another hundred yards. ‘Officer Gibson’ stepped out, the car microphone still in hand. “Red Subaru, I want you and your occupants to exit first. Slowly,” he added.
Tracy looked over to BT. He nodded in the negative.
“NOW!” Officer Gibson shouted through the megaphone.
BT got out of Meredith’s car, puffing himself as large as possible trying to impose fear. It worked. Officer Gibson took an involuntary step back and placed his hand on the hilt of his holstered weapon.
“I said the Subaru first,” the officer said sharply.
“Yeah, they aren’t much in a complying mood!” BT shouted.
“This isn’t a request!” the officer shouted, putting his microphone down. “We are the law!” BT laughed. “Where have you been, man! There IS no law!”
“I’m going to ask you one more time,” the cop shouted in warning.
“And then what? You gonna take the
“This is a checkpoint and we are authorized to search every car that comes this way.”
“Then I can solve all of our problems, we’ll just turn around and you can search the next citizen that comes along!” “I’m not going to tell you again,
Meredith’s eyes were huge. BT was under the impression she didn’t think it went quite as spectacularly.
“You ready Tracy?” BT turned and asked her.
“Kids, you keep your heads down,” she said, staring at each one of them until they gave her a sign that they would do what she asked.
“Meredith when I tell you, I want you to head right for the illustrious Officer Gibson and hopefully we’ll get lucky.” 'You… you want me to hit him?'
'Oh no hon, I want you to run his cracker ass over,' BT told her with a smile on his face.
'I think I'm going to be sick.'
'First things first. GO!' He shouted at Meredith and Tracy simultaneously.
The rear tires on the truck momentarily spun in place before leaving black skids. Tracy 's Subaru struggled to meet the initial thrust of Meredith's truck. Meredith started to creep over to the right to avoid the cop car. 'Hit him Meredith,' BT said calmly.
Officer Gibson was a doughnut away from becoming road kill. As it was, he was fairly certain his ankle had been shattered as the giant’s girlfriend's car slammed into his door and slammed it into his leg as he dove in a futile
