Civilian War (Interception)

At this point, I was ready to have a party in our success. Then I remembered what we had guns in our hands for. we had to move on to the next CIA safe house. I could only imagine what was ahead for us. I was only fifteen…

Since Jason was the only one old enough to drive, we piled into his mustang and took off around the corner, and out of the neighborhood. Austin began to load his gun and opened the sunroof to let some air in.

“Where are we going?” Jason asked.

Austin took his laptop out of the case, and opened it to the internet. He began to search for the closest CIA base on a live map. “The closest one is on Harrod street. It looks like they’ve taken the  house on the corner of Harrod and Lasion street,” Austin replied.

I punched in the coördinates on our GPS, and propped it up on the windshield. It was talking to Jason telling him to turn in different places to get to our next destination. We were moving along easily, and we were almost five miles away when Austin yelled from the backseat.

Behind us was a large, black van with the letters CIA printed on the sides.

“Speed it up Jason!” Austin yelled.

instinctively, Austin beat open the sunroof, and pointed his gun at the vehicle. He fired the first shot at the tires. The vehicle went swerving through traffic, and crashed into a convenience store. Two other vans began to pull up on both sides of them. Austin, quickly, shot the driver in the face. One van was sent out of control, and hit another car.

We headed onto a bridge, and two more cars pulled up. One was on the right side, one on the left, and one in the back.

Austin shot at each one of them. Shooting tires, windshields, headlights, gas tanks, faces, and everything visible. I looked at the incredible focus in his eyes. It made me think back to the time when we first became friends.

It was a bright day. Nothing out of the ordinary. Basically, the first day of daycare. I had just stopped going to my other daycare because a teacher cut my finger off in a doorhenge. (long story). I walked in the building with my mom, and another teacher escorted me to her class. I looked back at my mom, and signed “i love you” in sign language. Hey, I was three, and i had no friends.

When i sat down on the floor in the kids’ room, i was miserable. I didn’t know anyone. I soon met Abby, Andrew, and, regrettably, Amber. I was fine with that, but I still didn’t feel like they were great friends. During playtime, we went outside, and ran around. Abby was hanging out with some other friends, Andrew was hanging out with his other friends, and I didn’t even want to hang out with Amber. So, I sat under a tree, and was lonely.

“Hi what’s your name?” a boy about my age said.

I turned and told him my name.

The boy smiled, and said, “I’m Austin. Do you wanna go play on the jungle gym?”

“Yeah,” I said. And, from that point on, we were best friends. We did everything together. We hid from the daycare’s bully, we rode bikes, took naps beside each other, talked, and even ate next to each other. One day, Logan, the bully, was picking on Austin, so I punched him in the throat just like my father told me to. That’s when I realized my gift of fighting.

“Hey, Focus!” Austin yelled at me from the sunroof. He was still shooting. One van was down, and he was working on the one to the right. He shot the gas tank, and sent it rolling off the bridge. There was one more left, and it wasn’t going down without a fight. Austin was shooting until he ran out of bullets.

“Gimme a grenade!” he said with a smile. I handed him a grenade, and he threw it into the open passenger window. The grenade exploded, and the car flipped backwards off the bridge. 

We barely escaped the falling bridge, and drove into the back alleys of the next town. We had our hearts set on ridding this country of the, now evil CIA.

One base down, about seven-thousand to go.

We could do it…