Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Treacherous Impulses: Day 9

Word Count: 54,004

Summary of Events:
Hilton and Mackenzie followed the kidnappers to Pljevlja, where they stopped to fuel up. The kidnappers couldn't figure out how the Montenegrin gas pump worked, and Hilton tried to take advantage of their distraction to pick up Dr. Haner, but the kidnappers noticed and shot at them, forcing them to flee without Dr. Haner. Mackenzie got freaked out by getting shot at and so Hilton stopped to settle her down and see what sort of damage they'd incurred. He then started after the kidnappers, who'd decided to steal a car and were hotly pursued by police until they threw some kind of explosive into the police car. Hilton and Mackenzie then chased the kidnappers all the way to Podgorica, where the kidnappers wrecked their stolen car and one was taken to the hospital.

Excerpt of the Day:
"There was something a little bit beyond them. A difference in the landscape. Hilton couldn't tell what it was from this distance, but he had a feeling they were approaching another town.
Hilton had no idea what town it would be; he had no idea where in Montenegro they were — or if they were even still in Montenegro. For all he knew they could be in Albania, Macedonia, Serbia, or Greece; they could've even turned around and gone back into Bosnia the way these roads turned and switched back.
The kidnappers were rapidly approaching the town. Hilton was going to need to speed up again to catch up with them. He pressed down on the accelerator slowly to bring up the speed.
There were some curves ahead in the road, though. Hilton was going to have to be careful. They could leave the road and plough into a mountainside before they could blink if he made the wrong move.
Glancing down at the speedometer, Hilton released the accelerator slightly. He didn't dare go any faster. It would be close enough for them to make it at this speed, to go any faster would be a death wish.
The kidnappers were nearly at the town. Hilton still felt he was too far behind them, but he didn't want to drive any faster, lest he make the subtlest wrong move and dissolve the car into a flaming wreckage of a grave.
Finally the road straightened as it approached the town. Hilton put his foot down on the accelerator as far as possible. The car picked up speed. As soon as it'd reached the highest speed the motor was capable of Hilton started the reverse process, lifting his foot off of the accelerator. The momentum would carry them.
The kidnappers turned a corner. Hilton swore under his breath. He hoped they wouldn't turn another corner and disappear before he could catch them.
Arriving at the corner, Hilton cut it as sharp as possible and scanned the roadway for a red car bearing the plate number he'd memorized. He didn't find anything. He swore under his breath again. They'd lost them."

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