Spy Mage System
Chapter 271 - 271 A Fast Escape

271 A Fast Escape

Quickly, we sped through the white door, leading out to the parking lot at the back. “Okay, let’s go,” Brie said. “Before things get worse.”

“Well things just got a whole lot worse,” someone said, catching both our attentions. Two men, from both sides of the building appeared around the corner, with their guns faced at us.

“Don’t move, or we will shoot. We can kill you.”

“How come you haven’t done that already?” I asked. “Because we can give you a chance,” one of them said. “We’re giving you a lot of chances for an enemy of ours.”

“Well, we’re not giving anything,” Brie said, in which I gulped. At this point, surrendering the briefcase seemed like a better idea to me.

“Oh well,” they said, as they cocked their weapons. It was only seconds before they would shoot both of us and we’d drop dead, with them having the briefcase.

But as the tension rose, suddenly, Brie grabbed my arm and swung me behind her. “Get down!” she shouted, as a blue shield unfolded in front of us.

Bullets collided against it, but it only shredded them into pieces. Bullets also arrived from behind, but she quickly added the other shield to appear behind me.

I could see the little circles expanding with every hit that came from the two guys at the corner.

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“Is this going to last for long?!” I shouted amidst the loud rupturing of the weapons.

“We have to split up, but we’ll meet back here okay? When I say three, we’ll run. Okay?”

“Alright.”

“One—two—three!” The shield closed from view, as we booked it in separate directions. “After them!” one of them shouted, and the two from the left took chase.

Quickly, I dashed towards the train tracks, seeing the incoming train speed in my direction. Concerned citizens looked from all over the place, as I jumped between the space.

The others followed close behind me, but were hiding their weapons to not gain any more attention.

“Stop!” they shouted, but I didn’t stop running. I couldn’t stop running. Soon enough I arrived an intersection, in which one of the lanes were full of cars driving to their respective destinations.

As I ran through it, cars abruptly halted, barely hitting my legs. I stumbled a bit, using their hoods as support to regain speed.

The others were still tagging along behind me, as their footsteps echoed through the air.

They were still behind me, and very close. I looked beside me, seeing a building that had a key to my escape.

The ladder.

The ladder shot up to the roof of the building, in which left me with one idea: To parkour away from them.

I quickly latched onto the ladder, as I made my way up towards the roof. “Ahh, here he goes,” one of them muttered to themselves, as he took reigns of the ladder.

They followed me up to the roof, which then skipped to the next level of escape: Parkour. I ran forward as they raced behind me, ready to knock me out with the butt of their wand.

Quickly, I leaped from the current roof I was on, to another roof that was right beside this one, but except it was higher in elevation.

It took them a few more seconds to do so than me, so I could gain a bit of space from that, just a bit. I raced forward, as their orders bellowed from behind. I reached towards another crossover to the next building.

I leaped, but my legs dangled in the air, and I lost my footing.

I landed, almost slipping to the ground but I quickly caught myself.

“Shoot him!” one of them shouted to the other. My eyes widened, because now they weren’t going to be the only ones chasing me.

I saw a sight of escape from below, seeing a car that was over a fence.

I ran over, jumped from the building, landed on the fence then slid down onto the car. I hopped onto the road, hoping that would confuse the pursuers.

“We need backup on Broadway, and fast, because its already crowded with people,” they said, and they weren’t wrong.

It was getting crowded.

Quickly, I ran through the street, replaceing myself confronted by walking pedestrians. “Sorry!” I shouted, everytime I happened to bump into someone.

I looked behind, barely able to see any of the two TSA agents.

I wish I lost them, but their shouts and screams to move were quite easy to notice. As I turned back upfront, a taxi suddenly stopped in front of me, causing me to accidentaly mount over the taxi.

“What the?” I could hear the driver mutter to himself.

I rolled down the back of the vehicle and back onto the road. I looked behind me, seeing the men still following me through the crowd.

I was gonna need someone to help me here, and quick. I wonder what Brie is doing right now. She probably already lost them.

Then, all of a sudden, three more vehicles pulled from the left street as more agents poured out from the vehicle.

Things just took a turn for the worse.

“Come on, Brie,” I muttered to myself, looking at the agents group up to replace me. “Come on…”

Which right then, I was a taxi honking towards my direction, which I assumed was another angry driver. But the window lowered down, as I could see Brie peek out from inside the car, waving her hands.

Relief cooled my body as I ran towards the car, and the door opened. “In, in!” she shouted, as I hopped inside of the vehicle, as she slammed the door shut.

“Oh, my…that was close,” I muttered, as the taxi driver began to steadily move through the traffic.

“Too close,” she said. “How did you not get away from them?”

“They’re like terminators,” I said, breathing heavily. “They were on me like lions.” She sighed, but then she took notice of something.

“Down,” she said, as she lowered me down with her hand. We hid under the window, as we steadily rode through the packed streets.

“Does anyone see us,” I asked. She shook her head instead of saying anything much. Slowly, time passed as I anticipated for the one answer I wanted—that I needed.

“Okay, we’re good,” she said.

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“Okay, so what do we do now? Apparently they found us inside of the motel, although we used cash,” Brie said, once we exited the taxi.

We were by a row of brown buildings which you could see the outlines of the bricks stationed on top of each other.

“Stay away from a motel I guess,” I said, shrugging. She sighed and turned to give a cross look. “You don’t say,” she said as she walked forward.

“Listen, we can go back to the motel, grab our car, and just drive around until the next day comes,” I said. “It’s not a good idea, but it is the best we got.”

“The best?”

“Trust me—yes—unless you want to go to a hotel this time, and endanger a lot more people,” I said, exaggerating a bit.

“Of course not,” she said. “But what makes you think driving around is going to be the best option?” I shrugged, very unsure of what to say.

“It’s the only option,” I said.

She sighed, battling within herself. Eventually she turned around to face me, and she nodded. “Let’s do it, unless the TSA are investigating the place.”

“For what, we already escaped.”

“I guess. Come on, let’s go.”

“Do you remember the direction to go?” I asked. “And wouldn’t it take hours to get back?”

“It’s your plan!” she shouted. “You made the choice. Now we have to suffer the consequences.”

I grumbled, as we began to walk along the sidewalk, with traffic swinging by as we strolled back to the motel.

I looked around, seeing the towering buildings that were beginning to disappear into the night sky.

The cold air whiffed against my face, making my body chill a bit. She turned to look at me, as concern was drawn on her face, which I couldn’t blame her.

“You about to die from frostbite or something?” she asked.

I glanced at her, and I shook my head. “Just a bit—chilly, I guess,” I said. “Actually, just a lot chilly.” She looked at me up and down, and narrowed her eyes, “I thought so.”

She brought her head up and looked above me, as she pointed ahead. “Look, we almost there,” she said, as I turned around to see us arriving at the motel.

“Oh, perfect,” I muttered, as we began to approach the front gate. But there were a lot of sirens and lights in the area, which could only mean one thing—the car was probably gone.

“Could the car be gone?” I muttered, although Brie still heard it clearly. “Hopefully not,” she said, as she jogged towards the side of the building.

I followed behind her, as she searched for the red car. As she stopped, her eyes slimmed through the night sky, as she pointed to the treasure.

“Over there,” she said, as she put her hand on the top of the fence, and propelled herself over. “Come on,” she said, cupping her hands in a motion.

I jumped over the fence without laying any hands on it, as I dropped down to my feet.

She gave me a disgusted look. “Show-off,” she mumbled, as she walked towards the car, leaving me behind.

“Wait!” I shouted, coming after her. She walked towards the car, and opened the door as I took the passenger side.

“Alright, should we replace some place to eat?” I asked her, in which she turned to me and nodded slowly with a smile going across her face.

“Yeah, that’s sounds like a good idea,” she said, turning the ignition on. “We have to replace to go out the back unless the cops are going to pull us over, and make things worse,” she said.

“Makes sense,” I said, as she drove off, except exiting a different way. She turned to the right, and drove through the road, which barely any lights were positoned on the sidewalk.

“When I thought things were gonna be calm,” I said, shooting a look at her. She didn’t turn to respond to what I said, but then she shrugged, then continued driving.

Silence followed shortly, before I then said something. I’m not sure if it was a good idea, but I think it was worth knowing.

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“Remember what you said about your parents? That they kicked you out, and were kinda ashamed, which you went to that diner for refuge?” I asked.

“Mhm,” she said silently. I hesitantly opened my mouth and then asked, “Was that true?”

She paused for a moment, her eyes still, before she glanced at me. Then she scoffed, “Nonsense, what makes you think that?”

“Well, you did say it.”

“As a cover, obviously.”

That’s complete hogwash. That’s complete cap. “Okay, okay,” I said, giving her the look as she turned to see my side-eye, giving me one in return.