“Let’s wait until the alarm goes off. I set it for Friday, Little One.”
It is Wednesday Story Time again, and last week we were stunned to witness Larry and Andrew being attacked by unknown subjects in a black SUV. We know Larry was hit by flying bullets and he and Andrew are attempting to slide down a berm to reach the access road below the freeway. We should get back to see how they faired.
“My gosh, you did it, Larry. Not sure the tires aren’t flat, but you got us on the access road.”
“I think the car is fine. Look back there and see if those guys are following us.”
“They would be crazy to take that slide. I don’t see them. Larry, you are bleeding.”
“Yeah, let’s pull over here and take a look.”
“Good idea. Let me get my kit too.”
“Your kit? You carry medical stuff?”
“I never leave home without my medical kit. You never know when it will be needed. Like now. Am I right?”
“I would have laughed at you, but now am quite impressed.”
“Let me see. Oh yeah, you have a nasty cut on your arm. I’ll be right back. Pop the trunk.”
“Should I hold the wound.”
“No. I’ll be right there. Leave it alone.”
“I’m not feeling so good.”
“Yeah, a bit of a shock getting shot.”
“Nice poem.”
“Huh? At least you still have your sense of humor. Get out of the car and come around to the passenger side.”
“Okay boss.”
“Now lay down and put your feet up on the door jam.”
“What’s this supposed to do.”
“You are a little shocky. You look pale, and your skin is clammy. Raising your feet will get the blood back in your head.”
“It does feel good to lay down.”
“Let me see. Hmmm.”
“What’s hummm?”
“I’m going to put some gauze with triple antibiotic on the wound.”
“How does it look.”
“Not bad. In fact, you were lucky. A few stitches and you’ll be good as new. You were grazed. I don’t see a hole. Just a big assed cut.”
“How about the bleeding?”
“You have great clotting factors. It is almost stopped.”
“Ruined my pants.”
“The least of your worries. Also, I think we better get out of here. If I remember right, there is an exit a couple of miles up the highway. Those guys could take it, turn around and head this way.”
“Okay. Let me up.”
“You want me to drive?”
“Might be a good idea.”
“Get in the car. Let’s check the GPS to find the nearest hospital.”
“Alright, you do the driving. I’ll do the navigation.”
“Fair enough. Oh, oh.”
“Oh, oh, what?”
“Look, what’s coming like a freight train straight for us.”
“It’s those guys again.”
“We are not going to outrun them this time.”
“We are not running. Time for a stand.”
“What are you going to do?”
“You forget, I am a peace officer. I have a piece that I want to share with them. Now get out of the car and go lay in that ditch.”
“I’m not leaving you.”
“Damnit, Andrew. Do as I say.”
“Going.”
“Run and dive.”
“That door isn’t going to protect you much.”
“No, but it sure holds my gun steady now get down.”
“You are going to shoot at those guys?”
“I have the advantage. The driver has to keep control of the car. The other guy has to aim out of the door. Watch when they get just a little closer.”
“I can’t hear you, Larry.”
“Good Andrew. Now five seconds more. Four…three…two…How do you like these apples you sons – a – bitches?”
