George glanced in his rear view mirror and swore under his breath. The sedan had accelerated and is gaining on him. The cop was convinced that if he did not elude this car he would run out of options and the end might not be pleasant for him. George pressed the accelerator pedal, willing his car to move faster. Swerving to avoid crashing into slower moving vehicles, George drove hard, the sedan not far behind.
He grabbed his police radio and spoke frantically into it, "Officer needs back up! Officer needs back up!", he said, checking to see where he was and how far behind the pursuing car was. The sedan was dangerously close. George tried to drive harder, but in that instant his car jerked forward as he was bumped in the back by the sedan.
"Shit!", he swore, swerving to avoid colliding with another car in front of him. The sedan bumped him again and George almost lost control of his car. He glanced again at his rear view mirror and could see the two figures in the car behind him. George tried to discern their features to see whether he recognized any of the occupants, but could not. They were strangers.
The cop suddenly swerved into a side street and shot his car forward. The sedan shot passed the turn, before spinning around in the middle of the road a few meters ahead. Tires screeched and horns blared as drivers tried desperately to avoid colliding into this sedan which was now pointing in the opposite direction toward the side street George had taken.
George drove harder and was putting distance between himself and the pursuing sedan. He clutched the police radio again, "Officer needs back up!". The radio crackled with a voice on the other end, "Car eight responding. ETA five minutes...". George was relieved but he continued to press harder as he approached the end of the street where there were two turns, a left and a right. The sedan was again gaining on George and he glanced in his rear view just in time to see one of the occupants pull a gun and fired.
George instinctively ducked but luckily there was no impact from the bullet, it had missed his car. The second shot might not be so lucky, he thought, as he heard sirens in the distance. By the sound of it, car eight was in pursuit and it would be only a matter of moments before George would have back up. The cop reached into the console beside him and gripped his gun. Time now to show those bastards what it means to mess with George Hood.
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