Week 27.2 – Plan D

Previously: After their ice cream truck was shot down, Metalord saved Digger from splattering on the pavement, but was injured himself in the process. And now…

When Digger came to, the world was rocking. If the world is rocking, don’t come a-knocking…

He let out a tiny giggle as he opened his eyes. He was in an ambulance with a head full of cotton and Cole.An ugly purple bruise covered Cole’s side where the shells had struck him. A uniformed policeman sat between them. He looked at Digger with dark, unreadable eyes.

Digger suppressed another giggle. They had obviously shot him up with something while he was unconscious. The air felt fuzzy, and the engine was humming an almost recognizable tune under the louder singing of the siren.

He didn’t know where they were taking him, but it was probably somewhere bad. He needed to find a way off the ambulance before they arrived at their intended destination.

The sirens cut off, and Digger felt the ambulance decelerating, its engine shut down. The drivers babbled at each other and got out to take a look at the engine as their guard turned to watch.

[blockquote type=”blockquote_quotes” align=”left”]It took two tries to get his hand to move, but Digger grabbed the guard’s pistol and sat up. The man was smart enough not to fight with the barrel pointing straight between his eyes…[/blockquote]It took two tries to get his hand to move, but Digger grabbed the guard’s pistol and sat up. The man was smart enough not to fight with the barrel pointing straight between his eyes. Digger gestured the guy out the back door of the ambulance, and once he was out, Digger stood up to scramble into the driver’s seat.

He glanced back and saw handcuffs attached to the rails of the cot he’d been on. Silly of the cop not to attach them to his wrists.

Digger sat in the driver’s seat. The engine roared to life as soon as he set his hands on the steering wheel, but Digger couldn’t see around the open hood. As he had the thought, the hood closed like a chomping mouth, like a hungry, hungry hippo. The two drivers jumped back as the siren started to scream, then Digger put the ambulance into gear and stomped on the gas. The ambulance leaped forward like a cheetah chasing prey, the siren bawling out an aria about a crying child. The tune was catchy, so Digger sang along at the top of his lungs. “Waah-waah, waah-waah…”

“What the hell, man?” Cole plopped into the passenger seat, still nude. “Where are my clothes?”

“Burned off by the missile, I think,” Digger said. “Just relax. I’ll drive us for a while.”

“Like hell.” Digger heard the engine rev as the wheels left the ground, but a couple of seconds later, the ambulance bounced back to earth and Cole put his head on the dash. “Ah, shit. I feel like hell.”

“Really? Cause I feel awesome!” Digger said. “I don’t know what they shot me up with, but being high kicks ass.”

Cole looked in the rear view mirror. “Well, enjoy it while you can, because there are five or six cop cars following us.”

Digger smiled and petted the dash. “Relax. We got this.”

Which is when the old lady stepped into the crosswalk in front of them.

What will happen next? Will she be pushing a stroller full of cans? Be sure to join us for tomorrow’s exciting episode, and tell your friends!

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