Word Count: 78,008
Summary of Events:
Hilton and Mackenzie pursued the kidnappers out of Mexico City to Puebla where the kidnappers rallied some accomplices and ended up forcing Hilton and Mackenzie to flee from them. Somewhat lost, Hilton and Mackenzie rented another car and went for supper where a man they presumed to be from the CIA recognised them and started to chase after them. They found the kidnappers, who called in more accomplices with the apparent intent to get rid of Hilton and Mackenzie. Hilton successfully got rid of the first batch of accomplices and foiled the second batch for a moment . . .
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"She checked on the beater car again and saw that it was merging into traffic not far from them.
"The car from the bridge is behind us," Mackenzie said. "Watch out."
"Affirmative," Hilton said, as if he were piloting a fighter jet and had just been told that an enemy fighter was approaching.
Mackenzie had no idea what direction to look: there were the kidnappers they didn't want to lose, the accomplices and the CIA man they wanted to lose, goodness knew there could be more accomplices lurking in various corners, and CIA reinforcements could be coming at any time. She couldn't imagine how Hilton could handle this.
The accomplices were coming in fast. Mackenzie watched as they approached. She had a feeling they were going to try doing the same sort of thing as the previous group of accomplices had done.
She tried not to feel tense, she knew tension would only cause her to sustain whiplash or other musculature injuries if they were to get genuinely hit. She looked over at Hilton. He glanced up in the rearview mirror.
Mackenzie looked in her side view mirror. The accomplices hadn't caught up with them. Mackenzie wondered if the car was maxed out at the fastest it could go. They were alongside the CIA man.
After awhile the accomplices slowed and headed for an exit. Mackenzie smiled. Their car wasn't fast enough.
"We've lost them, they couldn't catch up to us," she said.
"It didn't exactly help that they were using a banger," Hilton said.
Mackenzie nodded and watched as the accomplices drove up onto a bridge.
"I think they're going to try and drop something on us again, though," she said.
Hilton made no comment. Mackenzie knew that something dropped from a bridge onto a vehicle could cause death. She hoped Hilton would be able to avoid whatever they were planning on dropping.
They flew under the bridge. She couldn't see the accomplices. Nothing obliterated their windshield. The CIA man was still following them, the kidnappers were still just ahead of them.
The kidnappers started exiting off. Mackenzie worked on taking deep breaths as Hilton guided them after the kidnappers, with the CIA man following like he was being towed.
Mackenzie wasn't finding herself relaxing very well, unfortunately, as they started down the narrow streets, twisting and turning. The CIA man kept after them just as closely as they kept after the kidnappers.
There appeared to be a rope across the road ahead. Mackenzie couldn't really tell, though. There didn't appear to be one once the kidnappers went through, but there was suddenly black liquid — it looked like paint — flowing across the road.
"Cunning they are," Hilton said.
"Why? What is that?" Mackenzie asked.
"Oil," Hilton replied.
The car moved suddenly. Mackenzie cried out — she couldn't help herself, she was terrified. They swerved around, but kept forward. Mackenzie watched with alarm out the rearview mirror as the CIA man hit the oil and promptly skidded off of the road into the corner of a building — which took the impact far better than the car."
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