Section 42

Writer - Gabriel Shaytan

FX is a Rysher production in conjunction with Fireworks Entertainment Inc. and Winterset Productions Inc as well as Hallmark Entertainment.

Don’t own ‘em, aren’t bein’ paid.
 
 

     The sports car slid around the corner, leaving wide black tire marks behind it.  Not for a long time had he driven the way he was… and in the city it wasn't the safest thing to do, his reflexes saving him a handful of times already.

     He wondered many things, why Frank or Marty hadn't warned him Loubar was loose again, how he'd managed to get her out of the apartment, what he was planning… and his worst fear, that she was already dead.

     Driving like he was though, kept his mind from mulling over the same things over and over.

     Five minutes was not long to get where he was going, he'd make it though, he knew the backstreets around the area.  Police sirens had begun behind him but he payed no attention, he ran no normal routes… the only way they could stop him was to catch him… he'd lead them a merry chase before that happened.

     He was consumed by one idea, one thought, that this time, it would be either him or Loubar that would not escape… no more living in fear of him showing up again and again.

     He pushed his foot to the floor and accelerated away… two minutes left.
 
 

     Angela awoke, instantly aware of the cloth binding her eyes shut, along with the plastic handcuffs holding her to the chair she was seated on.  She struggled, if she could move the chair…

     It didn't budge, something was holding it to the floor.  ' Damn' she muttered.  She knew Loubar had taken her somewhere, but whether Rollie knew or not she didn't know… she'd worked out already that somehow she'd been drugged.

     A brief moment of fear had passed through her when she realised who it was that had taken her, it had been so long since he'd surfaced that she'd let her guard down, especially since Rollie was there.  The twinge of fear passed, she knew he could do anything and there was no way to stop him, not tied and blindfolded as she was.  She had to bide her time, wait for an opportunity.
 

     Victor Loubar watched the screen, watched as the car carrying Tyler came closer… the speed he was doing was amazing.  The police scanner sitting next to him ran rapidly as the police tried to corner the speeding lunatic.

     It was touching how he tried so hard to save her, willing to kill himself trying to make it in time… he'd have to time it just right.  Then the car stopped.
    ' What the hell is he doing now?' he wondered.
 

     Rollie pulled into the alley, turning off the lights and slipping over into the back.  Taking a Swiss army knife from the toolkit he rocked back the front seat and prized up the carpet.  He stared at what sat there, what he'd almost forgotten about until this moment.  What had once been a prop gun had undergone some changes.  Once he'd strengthened the internal parts and fitted a heavier barrel and slide, it worked just like any modern weapon.

     Sighing, he lifted it, sliding it inside the jacket he'd grabbed from the back seat.  Slipping from the car he locked the door and started to run, leaving the note he'd written the address on on the dash.

     Time was almost up when he turned the corner into the street Loubar had named.  Down the street slightly he saw a figure ' Loubar' he growled, grabbing the gun and taking off at a run.
 

     Victor turned at the sound of running steps to see Tyler approaching.  The expression of pure hatred on his face startling opposed to his usual calm appearance.  Then he noticed the gun in his opponents hand… that was new, and very dangerous.
 

     Rollie pulled up, the weapon rising as he tracked Loubar heading across towards a small dilapidated house.  He followed the path he followed and squeezed the trigger.
 

     Loubar stumbled but continued on, pushing through the door and disappearing from sight.  Rollie began to run again.  Loubar wanted them both dead and he wasn't about to let that happen.  Victor would have some sort of backup or escape ready… he always did.

     Angela felt the door fly open, heard footsteps as however it was covered the distance between the two doors, pulling the other open and charging through as though the devil himself was on his tail.

     The door swung shut just as the other burst open again ' Angie' she heard his voice call.  ' Rollie? he went through the other door' she called back.
 

     It was then that Rollie noticed the door… and the wires running from it.
     ' Bloody hell' he muttered, grabbing his knife and cutting through the cuffs holding Angela to the chair.
     ' What?' she asked, pulling the blindfold off.
     ' Booby trapped' he answered, heading for the cupboard he pulled the doors open after a brief examination ' Semtex'
     ' Not good… both doors are wired and we seem to be lacking a window' she answered, eyes showing the worry.
     ' Hey, we'll get out of this' he replied with easy confidence… confidence he didn't feel.
     ' Rol… what's that?' she asked, pointing at him, or more precisely the gun stuck in his belt.
     ' What does it look like?' he replied.

     She looked down, blood was spattered in a line between the doors ' You shot him?'
     ' Yeah… not good enough though' he answered, turning as a double beep came from the small black box.
     ' Timer?' Angela asked.
     ' Yeah… we've got two minutes' he answered, eyes sweeping the room and falling on the busted, old refrigerator in the corner ' Help me' he said, heading for it.

     They pulled the fridge until it sat against the front door, Rollie obviously had a plan already in mind, though what she couldn’t guess.  ' What now?' she asked, looking at her friend.

     ' Turn the light off and pull that light globe down' he answered, heading back to the cupboard with the knife in hand, looking at the metal detonators he sliced into the soft explosive, chopping of a large section.

     Seeing Angela had the bulb out he grabbed the socket and pulled it down, pulling the wire from the top of the roof, trailing the socket to the fridge and pushing it into the explosive.  Wedging the block against the door he pushed the fridge right up to the door.
 
 ' Get down' he ordered, pointing to the far corner as he moved to the other door and reached out ' Love you' he said… and flicked the switch.