Treacherous Impulses: Day 7

Word Count: 42,020

Summary of Events:

The kidnappers' car was finally repaired, but only one person got into it. Hilton and Mackenzie followed him to where he picked up three more kidnappers and Dr. Haner, and then headed out of St. Petersburg. As they drove Mackenzie checked the latest developments the investigators had and found that they had Hilton as a suspect — which wasn't entirely surprising — but had no name for her yet. After a surprisingly lengthy drive they arrived in Moscow where they followed the kidnappers — nearly losing them once — to where they were changing vehicles, however it seemed like their attempt at destroying the car they'd been using failed, giving Hilton an opportunity to sabotage their getaway vehicle.

Excerpt of the Day:

"He pushed away from the wall and ran over to the lorry. As quietly as possible he opened the door and looked inside for a lever to tip the cab and expose the engine. He didn't find one.

Closing the door, he searched around until he found something and tried it. The cab tipped. The engine looked in terrifying shape. Hilton didn't want to touch it without gloves on, but the only gloves he had were his driving gloves, and the last thing he wanted to do was compromise their grip by getting oil on them.

Sliding his sleeves up his forearms, Hilton looked over the engine, trying to figure out how everything was organized. A shout startled him and he looked up. One of the men had emerged from the building at last. Hilton noticed now that smoke was billowing out of the place.

Seizing hold of a handful of cords, Hilton gave them a hard yank. Most of them tore free. He heard more shouting, then there was the sound of a gunshot. He had a feeling the shot landed in the engine block.

Turning, he bolted away from the lorry and into the nearest door as more shots were fired. Charging through the building, he could only see the windows, so he made for them and found to his dismay that none of them opened.

Hilton searched around in the dimness. He found something cool and metallic. It was heavy too, but not too large. It felt like a sizeable wrench. He stepped back from the windows, took aim at the one furthest to his right, whipped himself around like a shot-putter, and threw the object.

The momentum of the throw caused him to fall down, but he heard the sound of shattering and a bloodcurdling female scream.

Hilton managed to push himself to his feet and made for the window. There were jagged edges on the bottom. He groped around for another object and found something small that he used to smash most of the glass off — and found it was a surprising reach to get to the window.

Once he was sure he had enough space, he hefted himself into the window opening and looked. Mackenzie was nowhere to be seen. The car was unharmed, but covered in glass shards.

Hilton tossed himself out of the window and winced when he felt the window frame bite into his hands. He looked at his palms as blood slowly started to ooze from the right one by his littlest finger. The rest of it was all just red and sore.

More gunshots rang out. He didn't have time to look for Mackenzie. He ran to the car and climbed inside. Starting it up, he pulled off quickly and made for a nearby side street.

The rear window of the car exploded into a white mass of cracks just before he made the turn."