Pool_2

"Coming up the ramp. Here they come." A new batch of three cars was closing fast. They were firing even from well out of range. "We're cooked," Frank said sweetly to Shannon. "Make your peace with God. It was wonderful working with you." "WE ARE NOT DONE YET!" she screamed. But as bullets were beginning to reach their mark she began reciting the Act of Contrition, something that she had repeated so many times without enthusiasm as a youngster in Catholic school as nuns finger flicked heads if the feeling was not appropriate to the seriousness of the prayer. "This prayer will redeem your soul if you are ever in grave danger. Say it again! Be serious children. Your soul is all you really have that's yours alone!" "Oh my God, I am heartily sorry, for having offended Thee. I firmly ..firmly .. firmly firmly? And I .. detest? detest all of my sins because of Thy just punishment. But, most of all, because I have offended, Thee.." a bullet crashed through the back window and on out through the right side rear, "Thee my.. DAMN.. SHIT, Thee my Lord, I firmly resolve, with the help JESUS CHRIST!" Another bullet whizzed right by. "resolve resolve resolve to.." She began shooting back which only gained a few moments as Frank suddenly pitched the car leftward. "Can't win this game. New game. New rules," veering off the road across the grassy lane divider. That road divider was steeply pitched into a steep trench serving as a water run off ditch. "Four wheels, do your thing!" The beemers tangled in the soft wet tall grass bottom and had great difficulty making the grade to the other lane. Frank stayed north now in the south bound lane, but there was very little traffic on this road anyway. "firmly resolve, firmly resolve... Frank how do you know when you're out of bullets?"