Valerie screamed as Michael swerved the car into the right hand lane, dropping into third gear and accelerating hard he watched the headlights of the Mercedes fade somewhat in the rear view mirror.
He had not sensed the deadly intent coming from the quickly closing Mercedes but was simply moved by a gut instinct and had taken action. The bullet meant for the driver side window smashed more or less harmlessly into the rear taillight.
Michael moved through traffic smoothly, luckily the flow of cars on the A40 was light and he was able to gather speed quickly, hoping that his pursuer would not be able to match his pace.
After slipping around an older Opel and getting back into the far right lane, Michael reached out to try and take a more active roll in foiling his pursuers. He was surprised by what he found.
Focusing on the ever present dark shape of the car now trying to catch up to him was not hard. However, when he reached into the cabin with his mind he found nothing but an empty hole.
'They are being shielded.'
Aoife's voice sounded soothingly in his head.
'The type of shield is very effective but it is a two way street. While you can't influence them neither can their master.'
And then she was gone leaving Michael perturbed at her Yoda-like habit of popping in, providing a snippet of advice, and then disappearing to let him decipher the riddle. .
Another shot rang out from behind causing Michael to grope for a new option out of this mess.
The offramp was coming up for Barnard Gate. Expanding his consciousness again he reached out to the drivers in front and behind them, sending them subtle nudges to stay out of the way or move in directions he wished. The passing thought of simply having one or more of them slam into the Mercedes crossed his mind, but left just as quickly when the understanding how blatantly evil this would be.
He was startled to find a familiar mind trailing the Mercedes. With a small smile Michael swerved his car to the left as the car that was just there hit the brakes. Reaching out with his mind, Michael hoped Sims was up to what he had in mind.
'Sims, now don't freak out.'
"I'm going crazy." Sims said to no one in particular as he dodged between two cars trying to catch and stop the Mercedes before it got a good line on Michael.
'No, actually you're not going crazy; you're two cars behind the Mercedes and....ahhh, there is another of your operatives in the green Vauxhall 4 cars up, good. I don't have time to explain this, just listen.'
Michael's voice laid out a down and dirty scenario that Sims was both totally against and very impressed with all at the same time.
"Sigma this is Alpha, we are coming up on the Barnard Gate exit, this is what I need you to do."
Sims talked quickly while slowing his pursuit just enough to keep pace with the Mercedes but not overtake it.
He would know in two minutes whether Michael's plan had worked or if he had just played a part in his death.
"In about thirty seconds I'm going to do something very dangerous Valerie. I need you to stay calm."
Michael's eyes never left the road as he spoke to Valerie. Easing off the accelerator just a touch allowed the Mercedes to close the distance rapidly.
Michael watched as a car up ahead decelerated fast and made the left turn onto the offramp. 'That would be the other of Sims' crew.' Michael thought to himself as he scanned the mirrors one more time, hoping that his desperate ploy would work.
Sims had moved up behind the Mercedes that was now less than a car length behind Michael.
"Base this is Alpha, situation DIRE, repeat situation DIRE."
"Copy Alpha, have your location locked, what assets are required?"
"Subject is going to attempt a snatch and grab, Epsilon is damaged about ten clicks behind my position. We need a doc, minders and sweepers."
"Understood Alpha, dispatching requested personnel now, ETA....ten minutes to both you and Epsilon."
"Subject, Val, Sigma and I are the only friendlies, any other possible targets should be considered hostile."
"Support on the way, good luck Alpha."
Michael slowed more than he needed to for the three lane dash to the offramp taking the Mercedes driver by surprise.
Beginning his turn early and hard, Michael was already starting his controlled slide when the front bumper of the Mercedes hit his rear quarter panel quickening the rate of his rotation just as he had hoped.
The Mercedes had to struggle with the turn to have any hope of making the offramp.
Sims watched as Michael's Aston was hit and began it's spin. Anyone watching would have assumed that, at the apex of the spin, the car would lose all traction and flip. This is what Sims and more importantly the driver of the Mercedes had thought.
As soon as the spin started Michael's hand was like iron on the gear shift. Turning his head, the already small rear window seemed minuscule as he looked through it, trying to gauge speed, distance and the nuances of the road, knowing that his timing had to be perfect. Turning first into the slide he applied power, slowing their rearward momentum, then just as the front end of the car aligned with the Mercedes he pushed the wheel hard over in the other direction, dropping down a gear and driving the accelerator the the floor. The horsepower and torque abated the spin and left the two cars careening toward the offramp nose to nose.
Sims only had an instant to react, hoping that Michael would be able to get the timing right.
As soon as the spin stopped Michael slipped the car into neutral.
The oncoming Mercedes' front-end nudged his own, but the loss of speed in the spin and not having an opposite force meeting it made the impact far less jarring.
Still looking out the rear window Michael shifted into reverse and hoped Sims and his cohort were going to be able to get the timing right.
Sims nudged down on the accelerator pushing the Mercedes before him for a moment before its driver planted the accelerator hard intending to ram Michael's car. The Mercedes surged forward away from his own bumper, he was sure that Michael was about to be pounded.
Michael never took his eyes from the rear window, trusting, with fair amounts of hoping and intention thrown in, that Sims' partner was where he needed to be.
A second later as they exited the offramp, crossed over the darkened street and bounced over the retaining berm the Mercedes disappeared in a blur of light and shrieking steel.
Sigma's car, going about fifty miles per hour, hit the Mercedes a broadsides almost perfectly.
The Mercedes flipped over 3 times coming to rest on its side where it continued to rock gently for almost a minute.
Sims and his teammate were stopped and out of their cars in an instant, Sigma covering the Mercedes with his Sig556, Sims running over to Michael's ruined Aston.
"Are you alright Valerie?"
Michael had been completely focused on the drive, of getting the other car where he needed it to be. Now that the action was over, Valerie's safety jumped back to the fore of his mind, he began almost instantly deriding himself for going on the offense when the act placed Valerie in harms way.
"I'm....fine, but maybe next time...Tera should drive, you and I don't seem to be having the best of luck."
Valerie's voice was stressed but also easy. Michael was relieved that she had taken the last 3 minutes so well.