Art heard the chopper coming around. "Godammit," he muttered. "Everyone be cool." He pushed the accelerator further down, urging the car to move faster and faster. Even when it was at top speed, he still pressed forward, willing the car to move faster.
Blaze turned in his seat to look out at the chopper. "How do they know it's us?"
Dave moaned. He had never wanted anything like this. "What are we going to do?"
Art snorted. "Outmaneuver the chopper, naturally. It probably isn't armed - or at least I'm hoping it isn't. So it's likely going to try and block the road. So we keep going. Worse comes to worse, Dave-o and Streak can muster up some firepower."
Streak: "What if I write a problem into the chopper? Like an empty fuel tank, or faulty gears?"
Dave: "Or, what if the folks in the chopper are the only people who know how we can get Charger? If we crash their helicopter, it might wreck our only chane at finding Charger."
Art: "So what? We stop and let them land? What if they're armed? We've got one working gun among the four of us that can hold guns."
Dave: "Like you said. Streak can whip up some weapons if we need them. If she doesn't mind."
Streak sighed. "As if I have a choice just now. I guess I can do it if need to."
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