Follow the story of Treydon Austin (aka Smokey) as he chases down the cleverest, fastest, most uncatchable, most unmatchable members of The Bandit’s crime Syndicate as the government’s secret weapon against guys who are just too fast to catch. Check back every monday for the latest chapter to this fast paced action novel.
“No, I’m not going to let you go.” I drug her out of the rest room. I would have had two patients on my hands.
“PLEASE” Dixie begged. “I NEED… AHHGG. PLEASE!” her voice was straining, she started to sob. “My last one. Please I just… PLEASE!” she began to pound at my back with her hands, it was more irritating than painful. I had taken her halfway through the parking lot, almost to the car. I let her go, and she fell backwards. I took my helmet off and dropped it on the ground.
Dixie got back on her feet and ran for the rest room again. I caught her by the arm and pulled her over to face me. Tears were streaming down her face. “Please, my last one. I’ll never have another, I just need this one. Please I need it.” She begged. She started to struggle out of my grip.
Then, I kissed her. She didn’t kiss me for once, I was the one that kissed her. Dixie relaxed, I pulled away. She began to cry even more. “I’m sorry” she sobbed.
“Don’t worry, I love you.” I said, winking. Wait for me in the car. Dixie walked over to the Camaro still crying her eyes out. I ran back to the bathroom, I heard sirens in the distance. I added more bandages and in a minute and a half the EMTs came and took the woman away, before they loaded her into the ambulance, I took the keys to her Corvette from her jacket. Another Bandit car for the lot.
I walked over to the entrance of the women’s bathroom, and picked up the envelope the woman dropped. It was from the Bandit. It read:
Dear Mr. Smokey
I see you have been doing a very good job of picking on me. Congratulations, you should be proud of yourself. Next time you kill my pawns, try not to take a handful of innocent people with you, would you kindly?
I cringed, then continued reading.
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