Alright, so maybe what I was doing wasn't exactly legal. So what? In order to change the world, men had to break a few rules. Wasn't my fault the idiot got hurt; she got in the way. I told them not to be a hero. I told them to stay put, and nothing bad would happen. But of course, since when have any of my plans ever gone accordingly?
At that current moment in time, I was booking it down the street, narrowly dodging the bullets the policemen so accurately fired at me. I hissed as one grazed my side, but continued to run. I could hear the radios from behind me: "Suspect is on foot. He is armed; be careful, men. He's wanted dead or alive."
I rounded a corner tightly and screeched to a stop immediately. It was a dead end. I'd been cornered.
I whirled around when I heard the all-too-familiar sound of a pistol being reloaded. A police officer was staring directly into my bright, wild eyes, glaring ferociously. "Put your hands up, Rider," he growled. "Stay quiet, stay obedient, and maybe you'll get lucky."
I smiled sheepishly, backing away slowly. "H-hey, Johnson, n-now let's not do anything rash, a-alright?" I stammered, eyeing the barrel of the gun nervously. "W-we're two grown men, heh... W-we can talk about this, right?"
"You've had your chance to talk, criminal," Johnson barked back. "Now put your damned hands up in the air before I-"
The screeching of tires and the sharp scent of burning rubber caught us both off guard. Turning our heads to the right, Johnson yelped fearfully as a large, black van sped towards us, going at least sixty miles per hour - and in a school zone, no less. Tut, tut.
Johnson leaped out of the way just as the vehicle screeched to a stop just inches away from me. The door opened recklessly, and lo and behold, there sat my savior, sitting in the driver's seat and looking mad as ever.
"Meritt, old buddy, old pal! Am I glad to see-"
"Shut up and get in the car," the monochromatic Keardor snarled. I obliged rather quickly, jumping in and slamming the door shut just as the other police officers rounded the corner. I worried my lower lip nervously between my teeth as I looked at them. They pointed their guns towards us, loaded them, and...
"You owe me big time for this, moron," Meritt growled, shifting the gears into drive and flooring it directly towards the officers. Man, you should have seen them scramble! It would've been comedic if my life wasn't currently in danger. And you know what? I was safe from the cops.
Meritt shot me the nastiest look and barked, "What the hell was THAT?! I let you go off on a job ONE TIME, and you mess up THIS badly?!"
"Now, Meritt, heh, calm down..."
Whack! I yelped as Meritt thumped me in the back of the head, shooting daggers from my eyes. "It wasn't that bad, gimme a break!"
"Wasn't THAT bad?!" he snorted. "That was, quite possibly, the most reckless and stupid attempt at a stickup I've ever seen!"
As he lectured me, I stared out the window, trying not to let my anger get the best of me. My mind drifted back to the stickup, and one question rang through my mind - a question that was going to haunt me.
What will Boss think?
Man, I was SO dead...
