10-17-2009, 01:50 AM
Nail slammed on the accelerator as he steered his Jeep Wrangler into the freeway on-ramp...cutting off another car in the process. The car honked loudly at him, but he didn't notice. He had to get to 2120 Maple Street in Station Square quickly, before his attackers did.
And they already had a big head start on him, especially with how he had to run for like an hour to get back to his jeep by the lake. He could only hope the soldiers, whoever they were, needed to make stops along the way to resupply and...incarcerate his friends. He sighed at that thought.
Was it his fault this was all happening? Nail had many enemies. But these guys didn't seem that interested in him. They let him go...and they seemed to have taken Links and Jodie. He thought he could understand Links, but why Jodie?
And he wished he'd had time to stick around and help the people the grunts had left behind...but if he had done that the trail would have gone cold by the time they'd come to. So in the end, he decided to dial 911 and inform the dispatch about what had happened. Anonymously, of course.
He wondered if he should call the police again and tell them to go to that address he heard. But that would complicate things a great deal... Nail stared at his cell phone in its holster, wondering what he should do.
And they already had a big head start on him, especially with how he had to run for like an hour to get back to his jeep by the lake. He could only hope the soldiers, whoever they were, needed to make stops along the way to resupply and...incarcerate his friends. He sighed at that thought.
Was it his fault this was all happening? Nail had many enemies. But these guys didn't seem that interested in him. They let him go...and they seemed to have taken Links and Jodie. He thought he could understand Links, but why Jodie?
And he wished he'd had time to stick around and help the people the grunts had left behind...but if he had done that the trail would have gone cold by the time they'd come to. So in the end, he decided to dial 911 and inform the dispatch about what had happened. Anonymously, of course.
He wondered if he should call the police again and tell them to go to that address he heard. But that would complicate things a great deal... Nail stared at his cell phone in its holster, wondering what he should do.