Free Rebels & Lies (Rebels & Lies Trilogy Book 1) by Brian Cotton Page A

She tried to say something that Kaspar could not hear.
    “What?” Kaspar yelled.
    “Reach in my jacket!” the woman screamed. “Take a
gun!”
    Kaspar moved his right hand inside her jacket and
felt around. His hand reached the shoulder holster. He took hold of a gun,
yanked it out, then his arms returned to their death grip along her midsection.
The woman took another right.
    “You have to shoot the tires out!” she yelled.
    “What?!”
    “Shoot the…”
    A sharp left turn. The car in front slammed its
brakes and pulled to the right. On the opposite side of traffic, a car blared
its horn. A sharp right avoided that car. The driver of the squad car remained
in hot pursuit as the desperate citizens in front got out of his way.
    “The windshield is armored!” the woman cried.
“You have to shoot the tires out! You can do it!”
    Kaspar gripped the handle of the gun. He prepared
to turn his body around. What the hell did she think he would do? The handling
of a gun was completely foreign to him. The idea came to his head that all he
would have to do was point and shoot. After a deep breath, he moved his index
finger towards the trigger. He wasn’t ready to die, but what choice was there?
Kaspar, still trying to get a firm grip on the handle, felt his thumb hit some
type of lever by the trigger guard. The magazine went crashing to the pavement.
    “Are you kidding me?!” the woman screamed. “Hold
on!”
    A jolt propelled the bike forward. Kaspar held on
as the force of the acceleration sent his body into her back. His heart never
beat faster. The sirens got closer. The woman continued to accelerate. The cars
in front moved to the right at the command of the squad car’s sirens. It made a
clear path for whatever the woman had in her mind.
    “Don’t you move!” she yelled.
    She gripped the brakes. Kaspar could feel the
bike’s tail start to move up. He closed his eyes and squeezed the wild person’s
midsection. The back tire lifted off of the pavement. The tail continued its
rise. Kaspar’s grip on the woman was now so tight that her circulation was cut
off.
    The woman rode the bike on its nose tire for several
feet. She steered left and a car on the opposite side blared its horn before
the driver narrowly avoided them. Kaspar could feel the weight shift and his
head go light. She completed the 180 endo and pulled out a P99 from her left
holster. The back tire slammed onto the pavement.
    She fired consecutive shots into the front and
back tires of the squad car. The Agent started to roll his window down to fire
back. Control of the car had already been lost. A car coming on the opposite
side of traffic slammed into it. The woman accelerated the bike forward and
steered right into an alleyway.
    “Are you crazy?” Kaspar yelled.
    “If you weren’t such a…”
    She slammed the brakes. They just missed a
speeding car once out of the alley. Without taking time to breathe, she
accelerated the bike at a lighting pace onto the street. The bike rocketed past
both lanes of traffic into another alley straight ahead. Another set of sirens
could be heard, but the bike was long out of sight. She took a left once out of
the alley and sped along traffic. She took the next left before finally taking
a right hand turn onto a quieter street.
    “I think we lost them!” the woman yelled.
    “Your mind must be with them!”

Eleven
    Sullivan waited in front of Fitzpatrick’s desk. On either side of
him sat the two bastards who gunned down the defenseless old leftover: Mason on
his right, Wilcox on his left. He thought he understood his mission. To find
and eradicate the resistance within the USR by any means necessary. Like
today’s mission, however, sometimes what his captain sent him out to do didn’t
make the most sense.
    What would that woman have done if they just left her alone? What
kind of information did Fitzpatrick think they could get out of her? Sullivan
thought about it the entire ride back to the station.