Mokoto frowned. Ah geez, not now.
Phil exhaled. “Hey, maybe our luck is turning around. A hi-po has our new least favorite Asian girl nailed for speeding.” Bob looked in the rear view mirror, then frowned.
“Unless he wants her out of the way to nail us. I’m not exactly doing the speed limit here.”
“You know, sometimes I’d like to be the one looking at the bright side, and I’d like to be right this time.” Phil was now glued to the mirror.
Mokoto took a deep breath. She had to decide what to do first. Do I cut the loose ends, or keep the law out of this for a bit longer?
She decided to go against the playbook.
Mokoto took another deep breath. She twisted her body around, and leveled the gun at the highway patrol car’s front driver’s side tire. The silencer didn’t stop all the noise, but the sound was left behind as the vehicles continued to zip along. She fired three shots, and every single one found their mark. Without hesitation, she fired off three more shots at the other tire. The patrol officer did his best to keep the car on the road with one hand, while reaching for his radio with the other. Mokoto wasn’t blind to that maneuver. She raised her pistol and fired into the windshield. The ballistic glass kept the bullets out, but the officer instinctively ducked. The car drifted into the other lane, where an oncoming semi wasn’t paying enough attention. The rear of the patrol car suddenly accelerated faster than the front, and the car began spinning. The semi driver started braking and turning the wheel, and all the traffic behind him started to to the same. The police car spun around once and went into the ditch. Part of the car separated from the Earth, and soon it was like a giant rectangular die rolling into the grass. The semi was sliding into a sideways stop, and the horns of an angry Friday night horde of traffic blared into the evening. Mokoto frowned. This is getting a lot messier than I’d like. I need to ditch this motorcycle and black outfit. Mokoto knew she’d have to possibly dye her hair, maybe even go in disguise as a man, just to get on her plane out of town once she took care of finding the data and disposing of her loose ends. She turned forward.
The Grand Prix was nowhere in sight.
