“Hey Dirk you got visual yet?”

“Not yet!” we were in search of the gold driving in and out of alleys in between skyscrapers. Dirk was peeking his head out of the sunroof with a handgun and a pair of binoculars. When our car rose over a wave in the sea of traffic at the top of a hill, BAM BAM “Scott I have more than visual! Their in the red Sedan” BAM “quick turn right TURN RIGHT !” as I turned a bullet smashed my cars mirror and dirk duck down into the car. “Hey Scott their up head those Cobras won’t get away with it this time.”

“No they won’t. I’ll cut them off at Delancy Street. Just be ready to fire.”

“Roger that” ring ring “darn cell phone. What?”

“Don’t what me especially after giving you second chance. Don’t forget how you made us a laughing stock. Any ways you got the gold yet.”

“Were in pursuit bye” “hopefully the winds direction is in our favor. Right dirk.”

“Shut up and drive and keep your eyes peeled. I have this thing loaded and ready to go.”