Like An Open Highway

[John Murphy]

His usual partner in crime wasn't around, the other had found himself a part time job and was trying out some 'responsibility'. Something Murphy had scoffed at when his friend had offered his explanation as to why he wouldn't be hanging out with him so much. Even as the look in the other's eyes had given away regret and reluctance at the claim.

John Mbege had turned straight. Murphy would see how long that lasted. 

Almost a half hour now he'd spent watching from across the street. There were others lingering around so he hadn't looked particularly out of place leaning there against the wall. Though several cars were more easily accessible, the one he wanted would be a little harder to obtain. But he was all for the challenge. There was music coming from somewhere inside the autoshop, which he figured would help to cover any noise he made. Either way, he'd be quick. It wouldn't be his first. 

He approached with all the air of someone simply wandering by, turning at the last moment to slip around another car, and after a cursory glance around for company, focused his attention on his prize. A Chevrolet Impala. A beauty by any standards and well taken care of, which only made its lure all the greater. Fingers trailed the hood, his grin reflected in the shine, before his hand slid to the door to try the handle. He had to mute a snort of amusement when it opened. "You gotta be kidding me." Another fleeting look around him and he opened it up, quick to climb inside but leaving the door open for now. He guessed they supposed the car was safe with others somewhat blocking it in, but he'd make it around one way or another. 

The moment he sparked the engine, it was time for a sharp exit; the roar of that engine wouldn't have gone unnoticed, he thought, and he planned on wasting no time leaving.  After the slam of the door, the next sound was the scrape of either side of the Impala as it pushed past the the two cars in its path, Murphy's amusement breaking out in a laugh amid the sound. A moment or two later and he was out, the car's rear end swinging out as he turned out onto the road, and he was off. Foot on the gas and a grin on his face.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: John Murphy

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Dean was missing. Not naturally, Bellamy's first reaction had been immense concern, preparing to file a missing person's report. But then, Raven had explained who Dean was. Or rather, what. A car. a damn car. While it was still a crime, it at least lessened the severity of it. Better a car than a person. But . . . that didn't seem to be the case for Raven, because she seemed just as attached to the damn car. Otherwise, she wouldn't have called him so desperately. But, he was determined.

He was an enforcer of law after all and he was going to catch this guy. The city wasn't that big and he had a good enough lead to start somewhere. He assured Raven he would bring back her . . . baby, as she called it. He called it in first, putting out an APB and giving a description of the car and licence plate. It was an impala so he hoped it wouldn't be too difficult to find. Then again, this guy was skilled enough to steal it right from the shop. That, was impressive. Sneaky bastard. He quickly got into his car, starting to patrol the area, attempting to figure out where the guy went. A tip came into the radio and Bellamy was on it.

He followed the lead and only a couple cars ahead, saw it. Lucky. This was damn lucky. But seeing it was only half the job. The easy part. Catching him, was the hard stuff. He tried to creep up onto the other car, the few ones in front of him blocking a clear view. Bellamy switched lanes, nearing up the impala until he was driving alongside it. Bellamy looked out the window to see the driver. Young guy. Punk ass.

He continued to look at him, briefly glancing at the road every so often, but his priority was getting the car thief to pull over. He then honked, a repeated pattern of a few horn blares to capture the kid's attention. After doing that, he reached into pocket and pulled out his badge, opening it and pressing it against the window. "Pull over!" He exclaimed in a loud voice, knowing the guy would at least understand the gist of what he was saying though may not be able to clearly hear him because Bellamy had not rolled down the window . . . for safety reasons of course. But, he wasn't sure how long that was going to last for.

[John Murphy]

This was a smooth ride. Well, as smooth as a car could be when you could feel the rumble of the engine throughout. Fine-tuned and maintained, just like he'd thought from the outside. Not that he was too bothered by such things, but he'd definitely picked the right one. He figured he'd ride it around a while and then head right to Mbege's. See how quickly the other would abandon his wannabe good guy act once he saw what Murphy rolled up in. He wouldn't be able to resist. 

If he ever got there. There was a little more traffic than he wanted, too heavy to really let loose at the moment, but it was quickly thinning out. He'd be able to put his foot down soon enough. He already felt free. As corny as it sounded, the thrill of doing whatever the hell he wanted was part of what led him down each path he took in life. That and a hefty dose of bad circumstance, but he didn't openly dwell on that. This was what it was all about. Whatever he wanted, he was doing it. 

Speeding up just a touch more, as much as the traffic allowed at present, he reached for the radio. Turning the dial flooded the car with a blast of classic rock, causing an involuntary wince at the volume soon followed by a huff of amusement as he turned it down a few notches. A good soundtrack for his impromtu ride, at least. It was as he was done with the radio he straightened up with the briefest glance to the car beside him, but without cause for care, he refocused on the road. 

Until the other driver honked. What was this guy's problem? A check back to the road before Murphy again looked over to the other driver in time to see the other flash a badge. He returned his gaze to the road, a grin widening at his lips once he heard a muffled instruction of some kind, guessing what it probably was and having no intention of being obliging. He watched as the car immediately in front of him pulled across into the far lane. Perfect timing. Again he met the cop's gaze, watching for a few seconds, only to offer the other a broader grin right before a swerve towards the officer's car and away again, flooring it ahead along the road.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: John Murphy

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Was the bastard smiling?! Oh this was not going to be an easy pull over and arrest now was it. He could just tell by that grin that this was going to be one of those incidents. Though, it wasn't fairly frequent for the town to have them. That by no means meant that Bellamy wasn't ready for it. He lowered his badge, his eyes on the criminal before facing the road, alternating to both sights. And that was when the guy floored it. Asshole. Bellamy reached for something, rolled down his window, and popped the portable siren on top of his car, blaring it.

Time to clear the road. Not just to catch the guy but also for everyone else's safety. Who knew what this idiot was going to do. He already swerved at Bellamy's car, his defensive driving allow him to quickly move to the side before getting hit. A silent curse escaped his lips as he called it in, before slamming on his accelerator. The other cars moved out of the way for him as he booked it, keeping the damn perp in his view.

The car was a classic model, and there weren't too many impalas in the city. Besides, Bellamy was just pissed off now at the punk's reaction. He wasn't going to let him get away with it. Hell, the thought of smacking that grin right off his face was further incentive as he moved closer and closer to the car. He needed to get ahead of him so that he could block him off, but right now, with them next to each other . . . they were neck and neck. Bellamy just needed to get that extra inch ahead of him. Damn it Raven! Why the hell did she have to maintain that damn car so well!