Ok, I will be glad to read it.
Thanks, I'd need the luck.
Ok, I will try to find her on her own on Tuesday.
I am not sure, we got along really well tho when we were playing basketball together...
Here is Chapter 9:
Chapter 9: Pursuit
Tom ran as fast as his legs would carry him, yet the van got farther and farther away.
Suddenly, three vehicles skidded to a stop by him.
Mr. Raci got out of the Ferrari SpeJster and ran to Tom, yelling, “Get in and chase the man. The boys and I will be in the vans close behind.”
Tom dashed to the Ferrari, and literally lept inside through the open door before slamming the crimson painted door shut and speeding off.
He caught up to the van easily, but he lost the blocky vehicle after it smashed through a Starbucks to cut around a corner faster.
Tom’s instinct told him to turn right, and he was glad he did, as he found the jet black van again.
Suddenly, a rifle poked out toward Tom and the Ferrari from the driver’s window of the van, and gunshots were fired.
Tom was forced to swerve left and right to keep the bullets from hitting him, but he swore that he felt one go through his right forearm.
He suddenly then got an idea.
As he earlier made sure to grab his pistols after he was disarmed, he took one out, and while steering with his right hand, he steadily held the handgun with his left and aimed with the iron sights at the barrel of the rifle.
He then pulled the trigger and his aim was true, as the bullet flew inside the barrel of the rifle and it exploded in a shower of sparks.
Tom heard a howl of pain before it subsided promptly when the van suddenly made a hard left to avoid hitting a city bus.
The van suddenly sped up, and Tom had to press harder on the gas pedal.
He then got an idea. He stuck the handle of a grapple gun into the space where you put you hand to pull open the car door on each door, and made the face the trunk of the van.
He shot both grapple hooks at the same time, and the twin hooks buried themselves into the metal.
Tom then suddenly held his own grapple hook, and fired toward the roof of the car, before holding the gun as a stabilizer when he walked on the grapple hook rope on the right side.
He sprinted on the rope, before pulling himself up onto the roof.
He grabbed his knife and cut through the roof of the van. It was incredibly difficult to do, and he wasn’t sure how long he sat up there and hoped the driver of the van didn’t make a sharp turn while he cut.
Suddenly, the man turned hard to the left again and Tom rolled and fell on his back.
“I am so lucky I didn’t get run over by the Ferrari.” Tom groaned as he struggled to stand back up.
The burly man who drove the van seemed to finally notice the extra weight the Ferrari that was attached to the van caused, and tried to swerve to displace the grapple hooks.
Tom however, was not worried, as he knew that the grapple hooks would probably stay on unless he cut the ropes or melted the hooks.
It then occured to him that he needed to get up, and fast, before the van got out of sight.
He saw a motorcycle, and using the All-Vehicle Key that Mark Laten of Mission Transport had given him, unlocked the bike and sped off in pursuit of the van.
He easily caught up on the swift motorcycle. However, as the left lane of the two was filled with traffic because of the chase, and the van driver didn’t want to get slowed down by merging there to avoid Tom, they both stayed in the right lane, with Tom driving completely on the curb.
The van suddenly turned right and he was pushed to the wall on the right of the curb. Tom felt something break in his lower left leg and his right shoulder get damaged.
He got back on the bike, and sat on the seat facing the van with his right hand on the left handle bar, about to jump, until the van swerved right and he was pressed against the wall again.
Luckily the van didn’t have much space to turn left and then swerve right because of the incredible traffic on the left lane, therefore both times Tom didn’t get as badly hurt as he could have.
Tom then waited for the right moment and leapt back into the Ferrari, before the van started swerving left and right, and the grapple hook ropes started giving in more and more.
Soon, the Ferrari was swinging so much that it’s sides were getting wrecked against the sides of the building.
“Too bad for Mr. Raci,” Tom laughed, as he held on for dear life.
Suddenly, the van sped up, and swerved to the right at what Tom estimated 95 mph.
There was a loud crash, and Tom’s head was thrown to the left with the impact level of a 80 mph basketball and felt metal scraps from the side of the car cut him all over.
A couple seconds after the first devastating crash, the van suddenly turned to the left and the left side of the car was swung and smashed against the steel pillar supporting the sign of a fancy restaurant.
Tom was thrown out of the car, and he landed sprawled on the road, and was knocked unconscious.