“Felix!” Cole shouted as he pressed the red button over and over. “Why isn’t this thing working?!”
“Do you know?!”
Cole raised his Angry Barracuda, drew a bead right between the alligator’s eyes and fired. Blam! Nothing. Two more shots. Blam, blam! Nothing.
“I could use some backup!” Cole shouted.
“You got it, buddy,” Rusty said.
The Diablo zigged and zagged around gaggles of people, occasionally taking out a mall kiosk here and there. Sharon zoomed right through a pretzel cart, sending salty treats and hot mustard everywhere.
The sunroof of the sports car opened up and Rusty popped out with SAW in hand. He aimed the machine gun at the gator and spit hellfire at the beast. Every ounce of hot lead simply bounced off of the alligator’s tough skin.
Cole put both hands on the rope and attempted to pull himself in. This was no easy feet, as the car was moving like lightning and swerving about in an erratic manner. Plus, Rusty’s shell casings were popping out into the air and many of them were peppering Cole right in the face.
Skippy plowed through the shopping cart that had been previously pushed by the old lady who was very concerned about…
“My bread and milk!”
The old woman through her purse at Skippy’s head. Enraged, the big green monster turned and gobbled up the old gal in one bite, then charged at various other passersby. Several soldiers spotted the beast and opened fire on it.
“Stop the car!” Cole shouted.
Sharon jammed on the brakes, causing Cole to sail right into the bumper, back first. “Oww.”
“You OK?” Sharon asked.
“No,” Cole said. “Pop the trunk.”
Sharon pressed a button and the trunk flew up. Cole crawled inside. “I’ve got road rash on my balls something fierce.”
“TMI,” Rusty said. “TMI.”
Sharon hit the gas. Skippy, upon hearing the revving engine, continued his pursuit.
Cole pulled some spare rounds out of his shirt pocket and reloaded the Angry Barracuda. He and Rusty bombarded Skippy with a storm of bullets.
“Guys,” Sharon said as the Diablo quickly approached the big glass doors of the mall front entrance. “Hold on.”
“What?” Cole asked.
Rusty took his finger off the trigger and turned around. The mall entrance was coming fast and he pulled himself down into the car just in time to avoid losing his head.
Skippy didn’t show the slightest bit of exhaustion as he pursued the Diablo into the mall parking lot.
“Maude,” Cole said. “It’s time for Plan B.”
“Plan B, on the move, Chief,” Maude said. “10-4.”