A burst of gunfire drove me to the ground. I twisted around, spotted the brunette laying down, mimicking me. Turning back to the house, I realised they were spraying and praying through the thin walls. Raising my pistol, I fired back, hoping, like they were, for a lucky shot. When I ran out of ammunition, I swapped for my last full magazine. The house fell silent, so I guessed the shooters were doing the same. Which was perfect timing, because Doc Brown stuck her head out.
"Got her," she whispered.
"Run for the trees, let's go!"
I stood, watching the house as the ladies ran for the trees. As they made it into cover, I turned and started sprinting to follow. By luck, they had run almost in the right direction. A shout from the house let me know I'd been spotted, and I flinched as a round flew over my head, just as I crashed into the undergrowth. Spotting the ladies up ahead I pointed in the direction of the car and yelled, "go that way!"
Turning back, I fired a few rounds, causing the enemy shooters to duck back into the house. Turning I ran to catch up with the ladies. As the crack of gunfire started again, I heard several bullets whizz past, when I heard a screech. The blonde had been hit. Doc Brown immediately went to help, and as I arrived I helped her stand. The bullet had grazed her shoulder. It hurt a lot and will probably bleed, but it wasn't fatal. Especially once we get back to the car.
Ignoring the bullets still passing through the scrub around us, I grabbed the blonde and started dragging her along. As expected, it only took a couple of minutes to make it back to the car. I could see Rose, sitting in the passenger seat, waiting. She flung open the door and started running towards us.
"Rose, get back to the car. I need you to get in the back and help Doc Brown!" I yelled.
Thankfully, she skidded to a stop and raced back to open the doors for the back seat. Rose climbed in just as we arrived and I stuffed the blonde in straight after. Leaving Doc Brown to climb in on her own, I ripped open my own door and pushed the small brunette through onto the passenger seat. Climbing in myself, I heard the crack of a bullet hitting my window, just as I closed the door. Looking over, three gunmen were aiming at the car. Doc Brown must have spotted them too, just before they opened fire on the car, she screamed in terror. I ignored her, knowing the bulletproof glass would hold and I punched the car into gear.
Shooting forward, I hooked it around while holding my foot flat to the floor. This sprayed dirt, rocks and sticks at the gunman, who ducked out of the way of the debris as I tore across the clearing towards the road. Once out of sight, I finally took a moment to check everyone out. The brunette was staring at me with wide eyes. The blonde was currently enforcing a hug with and uncomfortable looking Doc Brown and Rose were crying happy tears staring at both her sisters.
"Rose, can you get everyone in seat-belts. We're not out of the woods yet."
Once Rose had pried the blonde away from the doctor, she helped with the seat belt. She then leaned forward and strapped in the brunette. Doc Brown was capable of doing it herself. Once I was satisfied everyone was safe, I switched on the high beams, put my foot down and made for the town. It was an hour later, I spotted headlights in the rearview mirror. They were still a way's off, but I quickly pulled over. Racing around the car, I yanked on the rear number plate, ripping it clean off. Running to the front, I did the same, before climbing back into the driver's seat and taking off.
While my beloved 4wd was modified, it wasn't going to be winning any drag races, especially against modern performance vehicles, like the Mercedes coming into view behind me. A sharp crack, made the ladies shriek in terror. My rear window now had a crack in it from the round they just fired. I was silently thankful they didn't have anything heavy enough to threaten us. A muzzle flashed and my wing mirror shattered. So I slammed on the brakes. Now in the modern era of ABS braking systems, my car lacked. On pavement, ABS is brilliant, shortening stopping distances, while helping the vehicle retain its ability to steer. But dirt roads and gravel, like where we were, made the braking system slip excessively. Where my standard brakes, caused gravel to bunch up in front, bringing me to a much quicker stop. Which brings me to a second modern system. Airbags...
As the Mercedes slammed into the rear of my car, I watched in satisfaction as the airbags deployed knocking the occupants around. Thanks to the reinforcements of my car, it was little more than a fender bender. Punching it, I tore off down the road, grimly aware of a second set of headlights that pulled around the wrecked Mercedes to follow. This vehicle didn't get too close, staying a safe distance behind. If I had to guess, they were waiting for me to get on the pavement before they made their move. There was little I could do at this stage. I was the only one I trusted with a weapon and Doc was in the back where she couldn't drive. So I just kept going. Before long, I finally found pavement. As expected the Mercedes floored it, tearing past and pulling in front. I watched in curiosity as the back doors opened and two men leaned out. They were armed with sub-machine guns and opened fire into the windscreen. While I wasn't worried about bullet holes, it was infinitely harder to see through broken glass. Swerving I pushed the 4wd down an embankment and through a fence. The gunfire stopped as I broke away, but they slowed to keep an eye on me.
Twitching the lights off, I pushed harder through the paddock. Up ahead I could see a copse of trees that looked like they were on the corner of a road. Driving around the far side of them, I pulled back onto the road, heading back towards the shooters. As expected, a set of headlights turned onto the road before me. I'd put enough distance between us, I doubted they realised we were on a head-on collision. That was, until I flicked on my high beams, blinding them. Pushing two wheels onto the shoulder, I passed the now stationary Mercedes and turned back to the original road we were on earlier.
Less than a minute later, I spotted the headlights again. They were gaining fast, but this time I was ready and waiting. As they went to pass I swerved violently, making them brake. Pulling straight I waited for them to recover and close the gap. I kept to one side of the road, leaving the other like a juicy piece of bait. I laughed softly, knowing they wouldn't take it, even if they were going to sit behind me.
"Hold on, ladies!" I called a warning.
Slamming on the brakes, hard, I swerved towards the Mercedes. With nowhere to go, I slammed my bullbar into their rear passenger door pushing it sideways onto the grass. I immediately applied the accelerator and followed them onto the grass. It took just a few seconds to catch up to the swerving Mercedes. But on grass, I was definitely the quicker vehicle. Seeing my high-beaming coming up behind them, the driver must have panicked and accelerated hard. Unfortunately for them, this did little more than spin the rear tyres and make it really easy to nudge their car sideways again. Now it was sliding, I was able to push my bullbar straight up against the side of theirs. Now, my 4wd wasn't as quick as theirs was. But my modified, diesel had way more torque. Keeping my foot planted, I continued pushing them along the grass, angling them towards the trees that lined the roads.
Seeing what I was about to do, one of the passengers opened fire on me again, not that it did much in the last few seconds before impact. In the final few metres, I slammed on my own brakes, not wanting to injure myself, the ladies or damage my car any more than necessary. The Mercedes on the other hand, slammed into one tree, causing it to spin rapidly and bounce off a second. This was immediately followed by my bullbar slamming into what was left of the front of their car. Pulling the handbrake, I opened my door.
"One second, ladies."
Drawing my pistol, I walked to the crashed vehicle. The crash had set off just about every airbag. Unfortunately, it seemed only the driver was wearing his seatbelt. The three other occupants were a mixture of dead, broken and heavily bleeding. The only thing I took in, was that they were all of mixed races. The driver was Asian, while the man beside him looked Indian. The two in the back were Caucasian, but one had bright red hair. I'd have to figure this out later, none of them looked capable of speech and I wasn't keen on prisoners. Raising my pistol, I started with the two in the back. By the time I was finished, the car was soaked in lighter fluid with a trail that lead back to my driver's door. Climbing back into my car, I lit a match and dropped it in the puddle I'd left. Backing away, I ignored the bright orange flames and pulled back onto the road.
By the time I pulled back into my parking space, it was almost sunrise. I had to wake the ladies to get them all out. I took one look at my car, seeing all the bullet holes and realised it would be a bad idea to leave it looking like that. Thankfully, in the boot, I kept a car cover and a few minutes later I was satisfied. Taking Rose by the hand, I lead the ladies inside to the elevator. Once inside, Rose and her sisters pulled themselves into a group hug, while I stood with an awkward-looking Doc Brown. When we reached my floor, I lead them inside my apartment and locked it up tight.
