Streak and Blaze obediently crouched down. Dave, not thinking, ducked down too.
Art was driving a little faster than neccesary. His reasoning was that if the cops and what not were going the other way, he could drive how he wanted.
But by the look of things, he would have to stop soon, anyway, as other cars had stopped so the drivers could get out and gawk at the damage. Frigging rubberneckers, he thought. Such a pain.
Art swore, and took the car off road to avoid the car barricade. Once safely past the considerable length of parked cars, he bumped back on the road. The cops even had trouble getting along on the other side of the road, and traffic had slowed to a crawl.
"I think you guys can get comfortable now," Art muttered.
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