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GO!

“Go, go, go, GO!” Twiggy Banks screamed at his driver Marcus, who was fumbling with his car keys. The green Mustang was rapidly approaching. Marcus finally got the keys in the ignition. “You better not flood it neither,” Twiggy said impatiently.

Twiggy braced himself for impact.

The Cadillac started and lurched forward, tires squealing on the asphalt. The Mustang missed it by mere inches, crashing into a parking meter, showering the sidewalk with quarters.

“This fool really does want to kill me!” Twiggy turned to see if the Mustang was still in pursuit. Sure enough, the car with one smashed headlight was back on the road and sprinting after them. Behind it, a tan Chevy Nova loomed in the distance.

“Get on I-95, and slowdown just a bit,” Twiggy barked out his command as he grabbed his Glock. “I want to cap this crazy fool.”

He leaned out the window and began firing at will. The Mustang swerved serpentine as the driver avoided his shots. He took careful aim at a tire and unloaded the rest of his clip.

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