Under Arrest
680 Words
Jaidyn was staring dreamily off into space.
“Reyna, you are the luckiest girl in the world.”
“Umm, thanks?”
“Meeting three cute guys in one night, totally awesome!”
“Well one of them arrested me, one was holding me hostage, and the other was a murderer.”
I clapped my hand over my mouth. I wasn't at that part of the story yet.
My sister dropped her jaw then closed it.
“I kinda saw that coming.”
Where was I? Oh right.
I was sitting in the back of a police car staring blankly at my handcuffs trying to process everything when Zedo slammed on the breaks.
He punched the horn four times and screamed,
"Come on!”
I shook my head road rage unlike his hair that was a major red flag.
I leaned forward towards the barred window in between us.
“What's wrong?”
He glanced over his shoulder.
“You really want to know?”
I nodded
He looked at the long line of traffic blocking the road.
“Ok, you probably know me.”
I shrugged
“Are you a model?”
He looked offended.
“I've been chasing you for years.”
I clutched my chest and laughed so hard I fell out of the leather seat. And slid into the c***k wedging myself between the divider and the seat but continued laughing.
“So you hired the guy to get a chandelier dropped on him so that you could fake arrest me because you want my number?” I gasped.
He turned fully around and glared at me,
"I'm done with your flirtatious tricks Ace.”
With that he began rolling up the sound proof window that was in front of the bars.
“Wait, wait.” I shouted as I tried to sit up but the stupid handcuffs wouldn't let me.
Giving up I huffed, “Fine roll up the window, shut me up, but first tell me who Ace is.”
He paused on the window,
“You're Ace.” When I didn't say anything he continued “International cat burglar, tombrobber, treasure hunter and wherever you go you leave an Ace. We know everything you've done.”
“How do you know I'm Ace? I mean I'm not.”
“We know because we have footage from Le Monterey of the back of Ace’s head and all we can see is that you were wearing that hat.” He pointed at the cowboy hat on the seat beside me and rolled the window up the rest of the way.
I wriggled desperately until I finally got myself upright. The traffic was still at a standstill so I deemed it safe to bang on the bars.
“No, Zedo, Zedo Zedoooooooo, I'm not Ace, this hat isn't mine the hot guy at the restaurant gave it to me, I'm a good person I promise!” but instead of turning around again Captain Zedo just turned on the music at full volume drowning out my cries.
Overtop of The Eye Of The Tiger by survivor blasting in the car, I heard a roaring sound behind me progressively getting closer. I looked over my shoulder and a bright blue electric motorcycle was weaving through stuck cars.
The bike skidded to a stop beside my door and the biker dude wearing a leather jacket, cowboy boots, a weird lumpy bag and a red helmet that covered his face dismounted.
The traffic jam came unjammed and the cars began to move. He leapt onto the windshield and a big black dodge with its tires ten sizes too big, whose driver was getting tired of waiting, drove straight into the motorcycle.
Flames shot from its gas tank and a loud boom followed by several more exploded into the air.
The doge backflipped over the cars behind it and caught fire as well.
The entire bridge behind us was engulfed in flames as it exploded. I think it is safe to say no one was getting out of that traffic jam.
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