Post by RaceFanX on Nov 28, 2010 2:18:47 GMT -5
Time to crack this fic up like its running on 93 octane. Dog save the Queen, we're firing on all 8 as it's London Calling PART 11...
VAROOOOOM!!
With two loud engines roaring a black Porsche 911 Turbo and a yellow Chevrolet Camaro shot down the London motorway. At the wheel two very desperate teams of pups with very different goals. Lagging behind but still going like a banshee was a third car, a stolen Subaru Impreza police pursuit vehicle also with canines at the wheel. All three cars were now going over 100 MPH and now things were about to get ugly.
The Camaro had been running in "2nd place" for almost the entire chase but was now drawing even as the two cars approached a big light blue and white Renault "lorry," British English for a semi, labeled for "Lite as a Feather" Bake-O-Lite bread. The two speeding coupes split the big truck with Zeta steering the 911 to the left and Lucky taking the Camaro right. The unimpressed big rig driver gave a blow of his semi's horn as the two blew past him now side-by-side. For a dog Lucky was starting to get a decent amount of experience behind the wheel it was showing as he was able to keep the slower American musclecar lockstep with the German sportscar. Still the fact was eventually the faster Porsche would likely pull away as the pursuit continued and Zeta got more experience behind the wheel. The pups had to act now to stop that low-slung black speedster but Lucky had some dangerous tricks up his sleeve as always.
"Alright we caught them," said Cadpig. "Now how do we stop them."
"Relax Cadpig I have a plan," said Lucky with a steer look on his face. "Ever seen that bit with a guardrail at the start of Lethal Weapon 2? You may want to hold onto something."
With that comment Lucky used all of his weight and whipped the Camaro's steering wheel to the left. The bright yellow Chevy launched over another lane, broadsiding the Porsche. Both cars headed for the outer guard rail of the road, narrowly missing taking out a red Saab 9-3 in the process. The Porsche impacted the rail almost exactly with the side of the car, the left side mirror breaking off in the impact and the car's metal body bent and scraped throwing sparks off.
"What the heck is that spotted nutjob doing," shouted Omega on the gas pedal of the Porsche.
"He's trying to wreck us," said Epsilon. "Clever, we both crash they win. Shake him off and let's get out of here."
Omega hit the brakes, causing the now faster Camaro to speed past and off the Porsche. Not expecting the Porsche to slow out from the pin, Lucky still had the wheel cracked to the right and it promptly caused the Camaro to continue it's fast right turn and hit the guard rail itself. The retro muscle car ricocheted odd the rail and back into traffic, right into the path of the Saab they passed earlier. The Saab driver hit the brakes but his worn tires lost grip and the red 9-3 spun out.
While the pups recovered before the Camaro hit anything else no one else on the road was that lucky as the looping Saab triggered a multi-car crash behind them. Trying to miss the Saab caused the drivers of a DeLorean and a blue Smart ForTwo to spin themselves, the DeLorean spun out harmless the ForTwo wasn't as lucky as it went straight into the path of a speeding black Mercedes C63 AMG. The driver of the Benz had no time to react and the big black executive car slammed at full speed into the side of the city car, with a burst of white smoke from under the rear tires the impact had enough force to launch the Benz into the air as it rolled over the Smart, landing on it's roof.
"Oh no," said the driver of the Bake-O-Lite truck as his lorry was about to become involved in the motorway melee. In a desperate move he hit the brakes and tried to grab a gear but suddenly his big rig began to jackknife. The Renault cab hit one side of road, smashing into the front of the stopped Saab in the process, with his trailer impacting the other blocking the entire highway.
The driver of a yellow Morris Marina behind the truck had no time to stop nor did the one in a maroon Range Rover towing a trailer carrying two bright green Kawasaki dirt bikes. The driver of the Marina ducked as her car slammed into the semi, thankfully being a Morris Marina it wasn't built right and the roof simply ripped off on the truck allowing her to emerge on the other side alive albeit with her car topless. The Range Rover driver knew he wouldn't be so lucky and hit the brake pedal with enough force to dent the floor of his SUV. Like the semi, his Range Rover and it's trailer jackknifed with the trailer ripping off in the process. While the SUV spun off to the side the trailer hit the side of the semi, knocking off it's Kawasaki cargo and landing facing upward in an almost ramp-like fashion. The fact that no one had been hurt in any of the vehicles during the wild pileup was nothing short of a miracle. Unfortunately behind the choas was one more car, the second team of pups in the already battle-damaged police Impreza.
"Rut roh!," said Doc standing on the dashboard of the Subaru spotting.
"What do you mean rut roh?," said Sparky. "I don't like the sound of rut roh."
Patriot glanced up from the manuel of the gun and immediately saw what Doc had seen was ahead.
"Remember the Talladega Busch race back in 02?," said the red, white and blue pup. "Think that with a semi involved!"
"Rut roh!," responded Sparky, who climbed to the top of the wheel to see the road block. He quickly looked down to the car's gauges and realized there was no way to stop the Subaru in time to avoid hitting the truck...then he saw the motorcyle trailer in its ramp-like position. It was risky but it was their only chance.
"Everyone hang on!," he shouted. "Punch it Slayer we've going Dukes of Hazzard on this!"
Slayer pushed the pedal to metal. Sparky would use the trailer as a jump ramp and launch the "Scooby" straight through the trailer and out the other side. Semi trailers may be big and tall but they usually weren't thick, he just hoped that "Bake-O-Lite" truck was carrying loaves of bread and not say an oven or something else thick that the car wouldn't just break through. The Subaru was now going 135 MPH as it approached the ramp when disaster stuck, the left-front wheel damaged earlier broke apart and toar off the car as they approached.
Sparky lost control, instead of hitting the ramp straight-on the Impreza hit it going to the right. The police car toar into the side of the trailer and a fraction of a second later toar out the side throwing loaves of bread from the truck in every direction. The car was at a 70 degree angle to the ground and as it crashed through the truck nosed over and slammed into the road below with the top of its hood throwing the vehicle into a wild series of side-over-side rolls. The blue police lights shattered, the spoiler was crushed, the cars axles both failed and the gas tank ripped open throwing gasoline over the road. Finally it stopped, thankfully upright. Amazingly the pups weren't hurt.
Shadow was shaken, he couldn't believe he was alive. Then he sniffed the air...gas. The tank must have ripped open in the crash.
"Guys, get up we gotta get out of here!," he yelled.
The pups sprang from their positions, Patriot grabbing the gun and the manuel as he did. The damaged driver's side door fell off, helped by a steer kick from Hesso, and the pups streamed out and away from the car. It was just in time, a spark from another damaged vehicle ignited some of the gas and the flaming streak shot back toward the tank. When it reached it the remains of the Impreza blew up like a Molotov cocktail.
"Holy cow," said Clayton. "We're very lucky to be alive."
"Reflect on our luck at being alive later," said Doc. "We need another set of wheels fast."
The pups looked around. Almost all of the cars were damaged in some way...except that silver DeLorean. Like all the humans, the driver had gotten out to check on the others and left the gullwing door open. He was talking with the other humans, all unhurt and watching the burning Subaru not having seen the pups and wondering how it had gotten there. The pups didn't like to steal but hoped the fellow would understand more if took the car than if he just randomly ended up turned into a bulldog they went for it. Assuming similar position to before as Kendra leapt up and pulled down the door with her weight the pups fired up the stainless steel 80s icon and speed off.
In the air over the crash a helicopter buzzed by.
"London 1 to ground, London 1 to ground," said the pilot over the radio. "We've got a major pileup on the highway. Nobody hurt it appears but I've called the fire tenders, ambulances and wreckers just as well. It appears the pursuit special is toast though, she's BBQ in the middle lane."
"Shoot!," replied DCI Bunt as the police were entering the highway ahead of the chase. "Those jerks are going pay for destroying that car. Get ahead to the other stolen vehicles and coordinate the attack. We're goin' shut those bloody cultists down once and for all!"
The three Astras and the Volvo speed off as the Eurocopter raced to catch up.
Not every vehicle on the road was moving at 100 MPH+ however, some were barely moving. At a bus stop a driver pressed a button and the electronic sign on the front of his bus flipped to read "Out of Service." The big red bus was one of London's newer Mercedes "bendy" buses and after a long day the driver had just made his last stop. He'd take his bendy bus back to the terminal and hopefully catch a little of that big football match everyone was talking about of late.
At the stadium the intensity of the game was only increasing. England had the lead but the Germans were putting all the pressure they could on them. They had the ball near the English goal and had already fired two shots only to be stopped by the England goal. Suddenly a German midfielder up on the offense saw an opportunity. With blitz-like speed he nabbed the ball from an English defender and took a shot that wizzed past the English goalie. The home crowd including the Dearlys was stunned and the visitors thrilled, the game was now 1-1.
At the concession stand the heir to the British throne was still on an odd mission as Prince Charles tried to get a beer for his mother the Queen.
"Pardon me, royal privilege," said Charles as he tried to cut at the front of the line.
"Hey governa you can't do that," said a fan behind him as he and another fan forced him out of line.
"Yeah bud," said another fan. "Who died and made you king?"
"Well no one yet but my..."
"Tell someone who cares jerk," said the fan. "I don't care if you think you're freaking Prince Charles. Back of the line."
"But I actually am Prince Charles!," replied the Prince.
"Yeah sure dude," said one of the fans. "You and six others."
Charles looked down the line, indeed there were six other guys dressed in outfits like royal duds.
"Huh, we'll I'll be," said the Prince at the oddly high number of look-a-likes.
"Get walking you big eared freak," said one of the fans. The Prince would have to wait in line like everyone else.
Four blocks outside the stadium the other pups were trying unsuccessfully to parallel park a big yellow, black-spotted Routemaster bus.
"Okay a little to the left," said Mooch.
At the wheel Penny responded.
"No you're other left," said Mooch.
Penny changed direction and backed in but went to far and smashed into then crushed the two G-Whizes in the space behind them.
"Eh, good enough," said Mooch.
The pups disembarked the bus.
"Come on," said Smiley as everyone got off the bus.
"We'll split up and surround the stadium as planned," said Messy. "Stay out of site of the humans but if you see any of those Skayninians use whatever means neccessary.
"Is use of deadly force authorized," asked Stealth, the Heartbreakers remembered all too well being pitted against each other last time Epsilon showed up. While they hated doing good, they wouldn't let that happen again and were all to eager to smash Epsilon and his friends.
"Do what you have to," said Clover.
"Let's roll," said Tyler as the pups ran off to their positions.
Back on the highway it was still nip-and-tuck between the Camaro and the Porsche. Both cars hadd been showroom fresh at the car show but were now both starting to look quite abused with banged up bodies and abused engines.
"Those pups are harded to lose than a bad case of fleas," said Epsilon.
"I'm trying boss," said Zeta. "Those mutts are good."
"We're better," responded Epsilon. "Use this car as a weapon, finish them..."
Epsilon thought for a moment, he wasn't a fan of murder if he could avoid it unlike Zeta. Maybe this was justified though for the greater good of all canines just like his plan though.
"Kill them if you need to," he said reculantly.
"If that's what you want, my pleasure," said Zeta.
As the pups' Camaro drew along the left side of the Porsche Zeta noticed an offramp approaching on that side. He swung the 911 wide quickly to right then back left to ram the Camaro broadside.
BANG!
The Camaro bounced off, right side starting to look like it lost a fight with a car crusher. Lucky tried to straighten it but too late, the Camaro slide off the motorway still at speed and up the offramp.
"Stay on it Rolly," said Lucky. "There has to be a ramp back on the road on the other side."
Spot looked ahead indeed there was another ramp, no worries...and then she noticed cross traffic in the form of a red bendy bus stopped at a light...which went green but before the bendy bus was slow to start moving as a petrol tanker, British English for a gasoline truck pulled right in front of them.
"Brace for impact," yelled Spot. "This is going to hurt."
KA-BOOM!
The Transformers-edition Camaro launched off the top of the ramp into the cross traffic slamming the petrol tanker which ignited in a large explosion. The burning Camaro emerged on the other side only to slam right into the bendy center of the bus, ripping it right in two. Thankfully the bus was out of service, the drivers of both the bus and the petrol truck uninjured although the bus driver couldn't believe it. He'd miss the game for sure now.
Amazing the pups weren't hurt and speed off to try and catch Epsilon again. It wouldn't be easy, the Camaro was smashed. Its hood broke loose and flipped up to smack the windshield and crack it before the hood supports failed and it flew off the car. The front end now looked like it lost a fight with a bulldozer, it was crashed and bent in all ways. Even the little Chevrolet logo on the front of the car was busted in two. It's bright yellow paint was burned black at the front and slightly dirty the rest of the way. With the hood gone the engine was exposed and it was starting to misfire slightly. A fuel line was leaking and a small fire was burning out the tailpipe from the excess fuel. Even the Goodyear tires were abused and wearing out fast. Still the Camaro was a tough one, Rolly mashed the gas and the muscle car roared as it speed back up. It would be a desperate race to catch up but they had to stop Epsilon and his crew once and for all.
"They're gone," said Iota as she looked at the fireball from the petrol explosion in the rearview mirror. "Nice work Zeta."
"With those pups gone it's clear sailing from here on out," said Omega. "Our plan will be off the ground in just a few minutes."
"How far to the the exit?," asked Zeta.
"Not far now said Epsilon glancing at the car's GPS.
Things were finally starting to look up for the Skayninians. But if only they'd looked up, a police Eurocopter was right above them.
"Ground, this is London 1," said the pilot over the radio. "The Camaro whiped out, hit a petrol lorry. Big explosion but again thankfully no injuries. It's just you and the 9-1-1 now and he'll be on your six in a few second. Vehicle is pushing 100."
"Roger that London 1," said DCI Bunt. "Let's take these jerks down. Lock'em up and throw away the bloody key."
The Porsche came round a bend in the road and Skayninians left face-to-face with a road block of speeding police cars across all four. The police were springing their trap...
I hate to drag this chase out again but it's now 2:14 a.m. in my Michigan home and we've reached a good cliffhanger point (and we're past what got cut off last time). The pups are both way behind but the police are right in front. Can the rozzers nick the rovers? Or will the pooches top the police? Find out next time...
The Saab and the now plot-relevant DeLorean appear in this fic because of a post I made a long time asking if there were any cars people wanted to see in this scene. Bab was the only one who responded and those were the two cars he asked for so there you go.
VAROOOOOM!!
With two loud engines roaring a black Porsche 911 Turbo and a yellow Chevrolet Camaro shot down the London motorway. At the wheel two very desperate teams of pups with very different goals. Lagging behind but still going like a banshee was a third car, a stolen Subaru Impreza police pursuit vehicle also with canines at the wheel. All three cars were now going over 100 MPH and now things were about to get ugly.
The Camaro had been running in "2nd place" for almost the entire chase but was now drawing even as the two cars approached a big light blue and white Renault "lorry," British English for a semi, labeled for "Lite as a Feather" Bake-O-Lite bread. The two speeding coupes split the big truck with Zeta steering the 911 to the left and Lucky taking the Camaro right. The unimpressed big rig driver gave a blow of his semi's horn as the two blew past him now side-by-side. For a dog Lucky was starting to get a decent amount of experience behind the wheel it was showing as he was able to keep the slower American musclecar lockstep with the German sportscar. Still the fact was eventually the faster Porsche would likely pull away as the pursuit continued and Zeta got more experience behind the wheel. The pups had to act now to stop that low-slung black speedster but Lucky had some dangerous tricks up his sleeve as always.
"Alright we caught them," said Cadpig. "Now how do we stop them."
"Relax Cadpig I have a plan," said Lucky with a steer look on his face. "Ever seen that bit with a guardrail at the start of Lethal Weapon 2? You may want to hold onto something."
With that comment Lucky used all of his weight and whipped the Camaro's steering wheel to the left. The bright yellow Chevy launched over another lane, broadsiding the Porsche. Both cars headed for the outer guard rail of the road, narrowly missing taking out a red Saab 9-3 in the process. The Porsche impacted the rail almost exactly with the side of the car, the left side mirror breaking off in the impact and the car's metal body bent and scraped throwing sparks off.
"What the heck is that spotted nutjob doing," shouted Omega on the gas pedal of the Porsche.
"He's trying to wreck us," said Epsilon. "Clever, we both crash they win. Shake him off and let's get out of here."
Omega hit the brakes, causing the now faster Camaro to speed past and off the Porsche. Not expecting the Porsche to slow out from the pin, Lucky still had the wheel cracked to the right and it promptly caused the Camaro to continue it's fast right turn and hit the guard rail itself. The retro muscle car ricocheted odd the rail and back into traffic, right into the path of the Saab they passed earlier. The Saab driver hit the brakes but his worn tires lost grip and the red 9-3 spun out.
While the pups recovered before the Camaro hit anything else no one else on the road was that lucky as the looping Saab triggered a multi-car crash behind them. Trying to miss the Saab caused the drivers of a DeLorean and a blue Smart ForTwo to spin themselves, the DeLorean spun out harmless the ForTwo wasn't as lucky as it went straight into the path of a speeding black Mercedes C63 AMG. The driver of the Benz had no time to react and the big black executive car slammed at full speed into the side of the city car, with a burst of white smoke from under the rear tires the impact had enough force to launch the Benz into the air as it rolled over the Smart, landing on it's roof.
"Oh no," said the driver of the Bake-O-Lite truck as his lorry was about to become involved in the motorway melee. In a desperate move he hit the brakes and tried to grab a gear but suddenly his big rig began to jackknife. The Renault cab hit one side of road, smashing into the front of the stopped Saab in the process, with his trailer impacting the other blocking the entire highway.
The driver of a yellow Morris Marina behind the truck had no time to stop nor did the one in a maroon Range Rover towing a trailer carrying two bright green Kawasaki dirt bikes. The driver of the Marina ducked as her car slammed into the semi, thankfully being a Morris Marina it wasn't built right and the roof simply ripped off on the truck allowing her to emerge on the other side alive albeit with her car topless. The Range Rover driver knew he wouldn't be so lucky and hit the brake pedal with enough force to dent the floor of his SUV. Like the semi, his Range Rover and it's trailer jackknifed with the trailer ripping off in the process. While the SUV spun off to the side the trailer hit the side of the semi, knocking off it's Kawasaki cargo and landing facing upward in an almost ramp-like fashion. The fact that no one had been hurt in any of the vehicles during the wild pileup was nothing short of a miracle. Unfortunately behind the choas was one more car, the second team of pups in the already battle-damaged police Impreza.
"Rut roh!," said Doc standing on the dashboard of the Subaru spotting.
"What do you mean rut roh?," said Sparky. "I don't like the sound of rut roh."
Patriot glanced up from the manuel of the gun and immediately saw what Doc had seen was ahead.
"Remember the Talladega Busch race back in 02?," said the red, white and blue pup. "Think that with a semi involved!"
"Rut roh!," responded Sparky, who climbed to the top of the wheel to see the road block. He quickly looked down to the car's gauges and realized there was no way to stop the Subaru in time to avoid hitting the truck...then he saw the motorcyle trailer in its ramp-like position. It was risky but it was their only chance.
"Everyone hang on!," he shouted. "Punch it Slayer we've going Dukes of Hazzard on this!"
Slayer pushed the pedal to metal. Sparky would use the trailer as a jump ramp and launch the "Scooby" straight through the trailer and out the other side. Semi trailers may be big and tall but they usually weren't thick, he just hoped that "Bake-O-Lite" truck was carrying loaves of bread and not say an oven or something else thick that the car wouldn't just break through. The Subaru was now going 135 MPH as it approached the ramp when disaster stuck, the left-front wheel damaged earlier broke apart and toar off the car as they approached.
Sparky lost control, instead of hitting the ramp straight-on the Impreza hit it going to the right. The police car toar into the side of the trailer and a fraction of a second later toar out the side throwing loaves of bread from the truck in every direction. The car was at a 70 degree angle to the ground and as it crashed through the truck nosed over and slammed into the road below with the top of its hood throwing the vehicle into a wild series of side-over-side rolls. The blue police lights shattered, the spoiler was crushed, the cars axles both failed and the gas tank ripped open throwing gasoline over the road. Finally it stopped, thankfully upright. Amazingly the pups weren't hurt.
Shadow was shaken, he couldn't believe he was alive. Then he sniffed the air...gas. The tank must have ripped open in the crash.
"Guys, get up we gotta get out of here!," he yelled.
The pups sprang from their positions, Patriot grabbing the gun and the manuel as he did. The damaged driver's side door fell off, helped by a steer kick from Hesso, and the pups streamed out and away from the car. It was just in time, a spark from another damaged vehicle ignited some of the gas and the flaming streak shot back toward the tank. When it reached it the remains of the Impreza blew up like a Molotov cocktail.
"Holy cow," said Clayton. "We're very lucky to be alive."
"Reflect on our luck at being alive later," said Doc. "We need another set of wheels fast."
The pups looked around. Almost all of the cars were damaged in some way...except that silver DeLorean. Like all the humans, the driver had gotten out to check on the others and left the gullwing door open. He was talking with the other humans, all unhurt and watching the burning Subaru not having seen the pups and wondering how it had gotten there. The pups didn't like to steal but hoped the fellow would understand more if took the car than if he just randomly ended up turned into a bulldog they went for it. Assuming similar position to before as Kendra leapt up and pulled down the door with her weight the pups fired up the stainless steel 80s icon and speed off.
In the air over the crash a helicopter buzzed by.
"London 1 to ground, London 1 to ground," said the pilot over the radio. "We've got a major pileup on the highway. Nobody hurt it appears but I've called the fire tenders, ambulances and wreckers just as well. It appears the pursuit special is toast though, she's BBQ in the middle lane."
"Shoot!," replied DCI Bunt as the police were entering the highway ahead of the chase. "Those jerks are going pay for destroying that car. Get ahead to the other stolen vehicles and coordinate the attack. We're goin' shut those bloody cultists down once and for all!"
The three Astras and the Volvo speed off as the Eurocopter raced to catch up.
Not every vehicle on the road was moving at 100 MPH+ however, some were barely moving. At a bus stop a driver pressed a button and the electronic sign on the front of his bus flipped to read "Out of Service." The big red bus was one of London's newer Mercedes "bendy" buses and after a long day the driver had just made his last stop. He'd take his bendy bus back to the terminal and hopefully catch a little of that big football match everyone was talking about of late.
At the stadium the intensity of the game was only increasing. England had the lead but the Germans were putting all the pressure they could on them. They had the ball near the English goal and had already fired two shots only to be stopped by the England goal. Suddenly a German midfielder up on the offense saw an opportunity. With blitz-like speed he nabbed the ball from an English defender and took a shot that wizzed past the English goalie. The home crowd including the Dearlys was stunned and the visitors thrilled, the game was now 1-1.
At the concession stand the heir to the British throne was still on an odd mission as Prince Charles tried to get a beer for his mother the Queen.
"Pardon me, royal privilege," said Charles as he tried to cut at the front of the line.
"Hey governa you can't do that," said a fan behind him as he and another fan forced him out of line.
"Yeah bud," said another fan. "Who died and made you king?"
"Well no one yet but my..."
"Tell someone who cares jerk," said the fan. "I don't care if you think you're freaking Prince Charles. Back of the line."
"But I actually am Prince Charles!," replied the Prince.
"Yeah sure dude," said one of the fans. "You and six others."
Charles looked down the line, indeed there were six other guys dressed in outfits like royal duds.
"Huh, we'll I'll be," said the Prince at the oddly high number of look-a-likes.
"Get walking you big eared freak," said one of the fans. The Prince would have to wait in line like everyone else.
Four blocks outside the stadium the other pups were trying unsuccessfully to parallel park a big yellow, black-spotted Routemaster bus.
"Okay a little to the left," said Mooch.
At the wheel Penny responded.
"No you're other left," said Mooch.
Penny changed direction and backed in but went to far and smashed into then crushed the two G-Whizes in the space behind them.
"Eh, good enough," said Mooch.
The pups disembarked the bus.
"Come on," said Smiley as everyone got off the bus.
"We'll split up and surround the stadium as planned," said Messy. "Stay out of site of the humans but if you see any of those Skayninians use whatever means neccessary.
"Is use of deadly force authorized," asked Stealth, the Heartbreakers remembered all too well being pitted against each other last time Epsilon showed up. While they hated doing good, they wouldn't let that happen again and were all to eager to smash Epsilon and his friends.
"Do what you have to," said Clover.
"Let's roll," said Tyler as the pups ran off to their positions.
Back on the highway it was still nip-and-tuck between the Camaro and the Porsche. Both cars hadd been showroom fresh at the car show but were now both starting to look quite abused with banged up bodies and abused engines.
"Those pups are harded to lose than a bad case of fleas," said Epsilon.
"I'm trying boss," said Zeta. "Those mutts are good."
"We're better," responded Epsilon. "Use this car as a weapon, finish them..."
Epsilon thought for a moment, he wasn't a fan of murder if he could avoid it unlike Zeta. Maybe this was justified though for the greater good of all canines just like his plan though.
"Kill them if you need to," he said reculantly.
"If that's what you want, my pleasure," said Zeta.
As the pups' Camaro drew along the left side of the Porsche Zeta noticed an offramp approaching on that side. He swung the 911 wide quickly to right then back left to ram the Camaro broadside.
BANG!
The Camaro bounced off, right side starting to look like it lost a fight with a car crusher. Lucky tried to straighten it but too late, the Camaro slide off the motorway still at speed and up the offramp.
"Stay on it Rolly," said Lucky. "There has to be a ramp back on the road on the other side."
Spot looked ahead indeed there was another ramp, no worries...and then she noticed cross traffic in the form of a red bendy bus stopped at a light...which went green but before the bendy bus was slow to start moving as a petrol tanker, British English for a gasoline truck pulled right in front of them.
"Brace for impact," yelled Spot. "This is going to hurt."
KA-BOOM!
The Transformers-edition Camaro launched off the top of the ramp into the cross traffic slamming the petrol tanker which ignited in a large explosion. The burning Camaro emerged on the other side only to slam right into the bendy center of the bus, ripping it right in two. Thankfully the bus was out of service, the drivers of both the bus and the petrol truck uninjured although the bus driver couldn't believe it. He'd miss the game for sure now.
Amazing the pups weren't hurt and speed off to try and catch Epsilon again. It wouldn't be easy, the Camaro was smashed. Its hood broke loose and flipped up to smack the windshield and crack it before the hood supports failed and it flew off the car. The front end now looked like it lost a fight with a bulldozer, it was crashed and bent in all ways. Even the little Chevrolet logo on the front of the car was busted in two. It's bright yellow paint was burned black at the front and slightly dirty the rest of the way. With the hood gone the engine was exposed and it was starting to misfire slightly. A fuel line was leaking and a small fire was burning out the tailpipe from the excess fuel. Even the Goodyear tires were abused and wearing out fast. Still the Camaro was a tough one, Rolly mashed the gas and the muscle car roared as it speed back up. It would be a desperate race to catch up but they had to stop Epsilon and his crew once and for all.
"They're gone," said Iota as she looked at the fireball from the petrol explosion in the rearview mirror. "Nice work Zeta."
"With those pups gone it's clear sailing from here on out," said Omega. "Our plan will be off the ground in just a few minutes."
"How far to the the exit?," asked Zeta.
"Not far now said Epsilon glancing at the car's GPS.
Things were finally starting to look up for the Skayninians. But if only they'd looked up, a police Eurocopter was right above them.
"Ground, this is London 1," said the pilot over the radio. "The Camaro whiped out, hit a petrol lorry. Big explosion but again thankfully no injuries. It's just you and the 9-1-1 now and he'll be on your six in a few second. Vehicle is pushing 100."
"Roger that London 1," said DCI Bunt. "Let's take these jerks down. Lock'em up and throw away the bloody key."
The Porsche came round a bend in the road and Skayninians left face-to-face with a road block of speeding police cars across all four. The police were springing their trap...
I hate to drag this chase out again but it's now 2:14 a.m. in my Michigan home and we've reached a good cliffhanger point (and we're past what got cut off last time). The pups are both way behind but the police are right in front. Can the rozzers nick the rovers? Or will the pooches top the police? Find out next time...
The Saab and the now plot-relevant DeLorean appear in this fic because of a post I made a long time asking if there were any cars people wanted to see in this scene. Bab was the only one who responded and those were the two cars he asked for so there you go.