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BULLET PROOF

“I want my money!” yelled Garrison, a bald, chubby person, who was sitting behind a desk.
“You’ll get it.” Answered Richard calmly. Richard wore glasses and looked to be the family person. He was sweating now, more then ever in his life. “You’ll get it.” He said again.
“I better. I was supposed to have it now.”
“Yeah, but the cops were onto me, I had to get rid of the stash of drugs.”
“You were supposed to sell them for me! Not flush them down the toilet!”
“I know.”
“So get me my damn money! And I don’t care if you pay me with your own money, but I want that money by noon today!”
“But!” Richard complained. He looked at his watch and it said 8:30 Am “It’s already 8:30. I can’t come up with that much cash so fast.”
“Well you better do it.” Garrison opened a drawer. He took out a gun and loaded it. “Because if you don’t, you can say goodbye to your family.”
“No! Leave them out of this. They don’t have any idea of what’s going on.”
“It’s not my problem. now get me my cash.”
Richard turned and stormed out of the office. Once the door closed behind him, Garrison picked up a radio. “He’s coming. Follow him.” He put the radio down and stood up and put the gun in his belt.

Richard walked out of the building and stormed to his red Jaguar car and started it up. I’ve got to get my family out of here. He said in his mind. He picked up his cell phone as he started to drive away, and once he turned it on, turned it off again and put it away. Probily has the phone bugged. As well as my car, and probily my house.
He knew he couldn’t come up with 3 million dollars so his plan was to get his wife and two sons out of town and go into hiding.
He pulled out onto the highway and drove for a few minutes. He passed a gas station and saw a green car pull out and go the same way as him.
Bet he doesn’t have as big a problem as I do right now. Richard thought. Then, when Richard turned, so did the green car. He didn’t make anything of it first, except when a thought crossed his mind.
He turned his car left when there was a chance and started heading down a different road. Then when he saw the green car follow him, he turned around and headed the way he just came, back out onto the regular high way and down the way he was supposed to go. He saw the green car do the same.
“Sneaky Piece of crap!” Richard yelled. As the green car started to speed up to catch up, Richard slammed on the brakes of his car, so the green car slammed into the back of his, taking the driver of the green car by surprise and jerking him forward and then backwards, and denting the front of the green car, more then the back of Richards.
Then Richard sped up again, the green car screeching to speed up as well. It soon caught up and was side by side Richard’s car. Richard slammed his car sideways into the other one, knocking it off the road and into a tree, the driver going through the front windshield, and flying ahead.
Richard sped the car, faster then the speed limit, onto his house.

The driver of the green car slowly got up. He stumbled back to his burning car. (It caught on fire) he reached inside his coat and pulled out a radio.
“Sir? He got away. He found out about me and rammed me off the road.”
“Ok. I’ll take it from here. I know a short cut that I doubt he does.” Garrison’s voice said.
The driver put the radio away and walked to the highway.

Jane, Richard’s wife, was walking with her 6-year-old son, Danny. They walked down a highway and into their house. When they got in, they saw Richard standing in the porch, a weird look on his face.
“Honey,” Jane asked. “What’s wrong.”
“We’ve got to leave. Where’s Scott?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’ll explain on the way. We’ve got to head out of town. Where’s Scott?”
“At the babysitters. Remember, Danny has his soccer game and we have to go out for lunch.”
“We have to leave now!” Richard shouted. He looked at his watch. 10:00 AM. There was a knock on the door behind them.
“Dad, someone’s at the door!” Danny said.
“Don’t answer it!” Richard said, but too late. Danny had already turned around and answered it.
“Hello!” Garrison said, stepping in.
“Who are you?” Danny asked. Jane had a worried expression on her face, and Richard was just plain scarred.
“I’m You’re dad’s boss!”
“It’s not noon yet.” Richard said.
“I know. But I had the feeling you were going to leave town since you ran your escort that I assigned, off the road.”
“What’s he talking…” Jane started to say, but Garrison took his hand from under his jacket and pulled out his gun, which now had a silencer on it. He fired and shot Jane in the head, her body falling into Richard’s arm.
“Nooo!” Richard shouted. Danny’s eyes went wide. Then Garrison shot him in the neck, sending him to the floor.
“No!” Richard yelled again. Then Garrison shot him in the chest and he fell back to the floor.
“At least…” Richard gasped, “You won’t get my other child.” Then he realized he shouldn’t have said that.
“What other child?” Garrison asked. After a couple seconds, he saw that Richard wasn’t going to tell him. “Ah screw it. I’ll find out for myself.” Then he fired another shot, this one killing Richard.

Later that afternoon, a bunch of cops were at the house, police tape surrounding it.
“There’s another child.” One of the main cops said to another. “we’ve located the house he’s at and told the babysitter to keep him there until we come.”
“What are we going to do?”
“Put the other child in the Witness Protection Program. Right now he’s about two years old. Once we put him in the program, by the time he gets old enough to talk and read, he won’t even remember his own family.”

14 years later…
“Hey! Slow down!” Yelled a teenager named Rick. He was riding a mortacycle, down the streets of a town. In front of him, was another one.
“You speed up!” Yelled the person in front of Rick. This person was the 16 year old Scott.
It was the early morning and Rick sped up next to Scott. They looked ahead and saw a car heading in their direction. Rick was on the right side of the road, but Scott wasn’t.
The car was getting closer and not moving. Scott was not moving either.
“Scott!” Rick shouted. “What are you doing?”
Scott ignored him and a smile formed on his face. He bent lower as the car got closer. Then, at the last second, he turned the mortacycle all the way around as he went down, so the car drove over him and the mortacycle. The car continued driving as if nothing happened and Scott got back on his mortacycle and drove to catch up with Rick.
“That was pretty cool.” Rick said. They continued to race on their way to school.

Inside the car that almost hit Scott, Mr. Lank, the man that was involved in the car chase in the intro, was driving. “Ha. I don’t stop for nobody and no thing.”

Scott and Rick drove around a corner and got to a small school. They parked their mortacycle’s by a couple cars and walked across the street to the school lawn and inside the school.
Their friends, Mike and Tyler passed them in the hall and started walking with them.
“You guys should have seen it!” Rick was saying. “I mean Scott just pulled this awesome stunt on his bike and he could have died! It was so cool!”
“Look at who’s coming.” Tyler said. He pointed, and Jo, a girl with long brown hair walked up and went to her locker, which was a couple down from Scott’s.
“Scott likes her.” Tyler informed Mike.
“Oh.”
“Hey.” Scott said to Jo as he took his leather jacket off and put it in his locker.
“Hello.” She said. Scott smiled as he got his books for his first class and walked to the room with his friends.

Before the class started, Scott tapped Tyler on the shoulder. (Tyler sat in front of Scott)
“Yeah?” Scott turned around.
“What did we have for homework last night?”
“What a great time to ask.”
“Shut up.”
“We had to finish a couple questions.”
“Ok.” He got his books opened and started quickly doing the work.
“Look at that.” Tyler said. Scott raised his head as Amanda walked in. “Isn’t she hot.”
“Yeah.” Scott answered. “I wouldn’t mind going out with her.”
“I heard she got a job at the video store.”
“What? I wanted to work there.”
“Too late.” She said as she sat down a few seats from them, hearing their last bit of the conversation.”
“Ah shut up, Amanda.” Scott said. “We weren’t talking to you.”
“No. But you were talking about me.” Amanda also had brown hair, but she was short and skinny.
“Alright class.” The teacher said as she walked in. “Take out you’re homework.”

Next class after that was language. Jo sat with her friends, Whitney and Rose. Scott sat with Tyler and Mike up close to the front. Rick wasn’t in their class for English so he wasn’t there. Amanda walked in and sat near the back with a bunch of her friends.
“I’m going to give you guys an assignment today.” The teacher said. “You have to go into groups of four and I’ll assign each group an Act from the play we’re doing to act out in front of the class or do a movie of. You have two weeks to complete it and this handout will explain the rest.” He handed out the multiple page hand-out.
“Two weeks to learn those Shakespeare lines?” Scott complained. “Sure I can act, just not Shakespeare.”
“Damn.” Mike said. “This sucks.”
Then Rose walked over to Scott’s desk. “Want to be in our group? We need a boy.”
“That depends. Who’s in the group?”
“Me, Whitney, and Jo.”
“Yeah. Ok.” He only agreed because he heard Jo’s name.
Rose went back over to the group.

After school, Rick and Scott got on their ‘bikes’ (Mortacycles) and rode home. Rick went in Scott’s house.
“Both my parents are working.” Scott said.
“No they’re not.” Said the voice of his mother as she walked down the stairs. “Got off early today.”
“Oh.” Scott said. “Well we were just going to go down to rent movies.”
“We were?” Rick whispered. Scott lightly kicked him.
“I suppose you want some money.” Scott’s mother said.
“Yeah.” She gave him some money and him and Rick left, got on their bikes, revved them up, and went speeding down the road.

From a car across the street, Mr. Lank was on the radio with Garrison.
“Found his house.” He said. “Should I intercept him now or his foster parents?”
“None yet. We’ll wait a day or so.” Garrison’s voice said. “Garrison out.”
Mr. Lank turned the radio off and sat and watched.

At the video store, Rick and Scott pulled up and turned the engines off. They walked into the video store and Amanda was working. “Hey.” Scott said.
“Hi.” Scott and Rick looked around the video store and brought a few up to the counter.
“How are you guys today?” Amanda asked.
“Fine, thanks.” Scott said.
“Ok. Those’ll be due back on…” She had to think about it.
“Monday.” Scott answered.
Amanda laughed. “Yeah. Monday.” Scott smiled as he left the store.
“He likes you.” Rick said as he was leaving, but after the door closed so Scott didn’t hear.”

Across the street from this was another car with another of Garrison’s men in it, watching. He had bugged Scott’s bike when he was inside and could lightly hear their conversation.

The next day, in school, Scott was with Mike at his locker. Jo walked by to hers.
“Hi.” She said.
“Hey.” Scott said as him and Mike walked away.
“If you had to choose between Amanda, or Jo, who would it be?” Mike asked.
“I don’t know. I like both of them about the same.” What he didn’t know, was that more then his bike was bugged. Also under his soles in his shoes were bugged..
As they walked in the halls, Whitney and Rose passed by them. “We’re meeting at Jo’s house tonight at 7 to work on the movie.” Whitney said.
“Ok.” Scott said.
“Hey guys!” Rick walked up to them. “Guess what?”
“What?” Mike asked.
“I’m going away for a couple days with my parents. They don’t trust me on my own so I’m going with them. I get to miss some school!”
“Damn you!” Scott said jokingly.

After school, Scott rode his morticycle home by himself since Rick left at lunch and he got home and said, “I’m home!”
He walked in the kitchen and saw his mom and dad talking to a person that looked to be a government official.
“What’s going on?” Scott asked.
“Just some outstanding taxes.” His father said. “Just go to your room or whatever.” So Scott did.
“Does he know?” asked Kyle, the ‘government official’.
“No. He thinks we’re his real parents.” His father said.
“It’s come close a couple times though.” Said his mother. “a few people have come up to us and commented on how he doesn’t have any of our traits.”
“Well I think you should tell him. It’s getting dangerous.” Kyle told them. “Garrison’s been seen in this town a couple days ago, but no one has found him since. I think he might know about Scott. Now we, at the Witness Protection Program think that we should tell him and relocate him to another family.”
“No.” the father said. “He’s perfectly safe here. We’ve raised him. It’ll shock him. We won’t tell him.”
Kyle stood up and put his hat on. “Fine. You know the number to call incase you change you mind or anything happens.” Kyle showed himself out the door and left.
“We knew this would happen sometime.” The father said, hugging his wife.

Later, Scott was up in his room on his computer. He was playing Need For Speed High Stakes and was being chased by four cops. Suddenly the phone rang and he paused the game.
He reached over to the phone and picked it up. “Got it!” he yelled out. “Hello?” he said into the phone.
“Are you Scott Bassinger?” asked a male voice.
“No. I’m Scott James.”
“Oh no you’re not.” Said the voice. “Forget what you know.” Then whoever that voice belonged to hung up. It was the voice of Garrison, but Scott didn’t know who the person was.

“Mom! Dad!” he called out as he went down the stairs, his leather jacket on, getting ready to leave to work on the project for school.
“Yes?” his mom asked, eating supper.
“I’m gone to work on a school project with a couple friends.”
“Sure.”
As he was leaving, he turned around. “And I just got this strange call from some guy saying I wasn’t me.”
“Ignore him, dear.” His mother said, thinking it was Kyle. Scott left.

Scott started his bike up and zoomed down the street, heading for Jo’s house, following the directions the others made him earlier in the day. Little did he know, Mr. Lank was following him.

He arrived and rag the bell. Jo answered and invited him in.
“You’re the first one here.” She said as Scott walked in.
“Yeah, I was faster then I thought I’d be.”
“You can sit down if you want.” Jo offered.
“Thanks.” Scott sat on one of the couches.
“So, learn any of your lines?” Jo asked.
“No.”
“Don’t worry. Neither did I.”
There was a knock on the door.
“That must be them.” Jo got up from the couch she was sitting on and answered the door. Whitney and Rose were there.
“Come in. Jo said. “We’ll get started right away.”

Afterwards, Scott got on his bike and rode home. As he was getting closer, he could smell smoke.
“That must be some good barbecue somebody’s got going.” He said. As he rounded the corner, he saw a house burning. His house. His eyes went wide as he slowly came to a stop in front of it, fire trucks trying to put it out.
He got off his bike, shocked. “Hey, what happened?” he asked one of the firemen.
“I don’t know. You’ll have to talk to the police back there.”
“Scott?” he heard his name and whipped around. Kyle was standing there.
“Hey, you’re that government tax guy.” Scott said. Then anger flushed into him. “What the hell did you do to my house?”
“It wasn’t me. And I’m not really a tax guy.”
“Whatever.” Scott said. “Did my parents make it out? How’d the fire start?”
Kyle took a deep breath. “Your parents were still in there when the fire started.” Scott’s eyes went wide and he was on the verge of crying. “And we have reason to believe that the fire was intentional.”
“What? You think I did it?” Scott yelled.
“No!” Kyle said, quickly. “We don’t think it was you. We know who did it, we just can’t find them.”
“I have no place to go. No relatives.” Then he thought for a second. “Who the hell are you? You said you weren’t a tax person, so what do you do?”
“I’m with the Witness Protection Program.”
“Does this mean I have to change names and live with a fake family?”
“Maybe.” Kyle said. Then he added, “Again.”
“What are you talking about?” Scott asked. Kyle put his arm around Scott and walked with him down the street as they talked.
“My name is Kyle. Those weren’t your real parents.” He explained. “Your real dad owed a crime boss a lot of money. He couldn’t pay it by the due date, so the crime boss known only as Garrison, killed your dad, mom, and brother. You weren’t killed because you were at the babysitters. You were really young at this time. About two. We put you with a fake family and decided not to change your first name because we didn’t think Garrison could have known about you.
“Then a couple days ago, he was seen in this town, and we haven’t been able to find him since. We know he started the fire, possibly even killed your foster parents first, because he called the police station and told them that he was about to start a fire if they didn’t tell him where you were. The police had no idea what he was talking about so they traced the call and it came from inside your house. Then a couple minutes later, it exploded. When a bunch of us from the WPP got here, they played us the message and we clarified that it was the voice of Garrison that was on the phone. So now he’s found you.”
“I…I don’t believe it.” Scott said, tears in his eyes.
“Believe it.” Kyle said. Now, I can keep you hidden for a while. It’s best you don’t go to school or anything.”
Scott looks behind them and sees cops searching his morticycle.
“Hey!” Scott yelled. Then he turned to Kyle. “What are they doing?”
“Searching it for bugs. Also you have to go down to the police station to get searched over for bugs as well.
“Fine. Just get one of them to bring my bike down.

Later, Scott walked out of a room at the police station.
“We found one in his shoe.” A cop said, walking out behind him.
“They also found one on your bike.” Kyle informed Scott.
“Is it clean now?”
“Yes. I was thinking, we could hide you in the small Forrest here. We would hide you someplace else, but for now, we just want to be safe. We don’t want you around and about where Garrison and his boys can find you.”
“I know a place.” Scott said. They walked out of the police station and Scott hopped on his bike. “Hop on.” He said.
Kyle got on behind Scott and Scott drove them down a bunch of streets to a small camping area with trees.
“It’s not camping season so the place isn’t open. Good place to hide.”
“Yeah, it is.” Kyle said. They rode down some back trails and got to a camping spot someplace in the middle, surrounded by trees.
“We’ll have to sleep on the solid ground tonight.” Kyle said. “But tomorrow, I can go out and bring sleeping bags and everything. Just not a tent because that might draw attention incase anyone walks down here during the day.”
“Fine.”

The next morning, Scott woke up to Kyle gathering branches and twigs.
“What are you doing?” Scott asked. Getting stuff to make a fire with. It’s supposed to rain tonight, so we’re going to need to stay warm.”
“Alright.” He started helping.
“I’m going to need to go into town to get some things.” Kyle said. “Would I be able to use your morticycle?”
“Yeah sure. Whatever ends this faster.”
“Thanks.” Kyle put the branches in a pile with some other ones and started the bike up.
“I’ll be back later.”
“Ok. Oh, can you stop by the high school and tell them I’m going to be out of town for a few days.”
“I’ll tell them your moving.”
“Ok.”
Kyle drove off, while Scott started to get more stuff to make a fire with.

Kyle walked out of a store with some cooking supplies and put them in a metal case attached to the side of the bike. The one on the other side had a couple folded blankets. He was going to bring that bunch of stuff back first and then come back into town for more stuff like pillows and food.
He got on the bike and started it up again. He started riding down the street, when a car behind him caught his attention. He had seen that car ever since he had come back into town. That car had been following him! It was going to follow him right to the camp if he wasn’t careful.
He pulled onto a dirt road behind a couple houses and the car followed. As Kyle looked behind him, he saw the driver. It was Mr. Lank! Garrison’s second man.
As Kyle rode the bike, he reached in his jacket and pulled out his gun. He turned and fired it, hitting the engine hood of the car. The bike hit a bump, and Kyle almost fell off, but caught himself and faced the front as he drove.
Mr. Lank rolled down his window and aimed a gun out and fired.
Kyle left the dirt road and pulled out onto a regular road and turned a corner just as Mr. Lank fired, the bullet missing.
Mr. Lank followed, speeding the car up. Kyle saw this and sped the mortacycle up. Mr. Lank let go a spray of bullets.
Kyle swerved the bike to miss the shots, but one got him in the shoulder.
“Ahh!” he yelled. As he turned and fired two more shots, one hitting the windshield, just missing Mr. Lank, the other putting a hole in one of the front tires.
Kyle turned another corner and rode up onto the sidewalk, hoping to get into a back ally where the car couldn’t fit.
He saw one coming up, Mr. Lank’s car coming up beside him. He was about to turn the bike into the ally, when a mother and two 5 year old kids walked out.
Kyle’s eyes shot open and he slammed on the brakes, causing Mr. Lank’s car to go zooming by, and turning out onto the road.
As he got onto the road, he sped up again, and fired another couple shots at Mr. Lank’s car, both going through the back window.
Mr. Lank slowed the car down, but Kyle just zoomed by it and as he did, he fired again, hitting the gas tank, blowing the car and Mr. Lank up.
A bunch of pedestrians that were around watched the car burn and someone called a fire truck and ambulance.

Kyle pulled over next to a gas station on the way out of town and refuel. When he went in to pay, a radio was on and the news was blaring out.
“…Kid by the name of Tyler Goodin was shot by an unknown man. Witnesses say they saw him walking down the street and then the next thing they knew, he was on the ground a bullet wound in him. So folks, beware, there’s a killer sniper on the loose.”
Kyle passed it off as coincidence and paid for the gas and left.”

Scott was sitting around, staring at the sky, when Kyle pulled up. He opened one of the cases and took the cooking supplies out.
“I had a run in with one of Garrison’s men.” Kyle said.
“What happened?” he saw Kyle’s shoulder bandaged.
“I was shot. But don’t worry. He didn’t follow us. I killed him.”
Scott went over to the other metal case and took the blankets out and laid them on the ground, putting rocks at the corner so they wouldn’t blow away.
“Do you know a kid by the name of Tyler Goodin?” Kyle asked, out of curiosity.
“Yeah?” Scott said, slowly. “He was one of my friends. Why?”
“Um,” Kyle began. “I don’t know who to tell you…”
“What happened?” Scott asked.
“He was killed by a sniper.”
“No!”
“I didn’t think anything of it at first, but now it fits in. Garrison’s had you bugged and followed for a couple days now. He knows your friends. He’s going to start killing them until you come out of hiding.”
“Then we have to give up.” Scott said. “I’ve hung around two people I cared a lot for. If anything happens to them…”
“Nothing well. I’m going to go back into town to get more stuff. If you give me their names, I can have them hidden just like you.”
“No. their lives aren’t going to be ruined because some crime boss didn’t kill me when I was two years old. I’m coming into town with you.”
“No. you can’t.”
Scott went onto the bike. “I’m going. Whether you want to come or not is a different story.”
Kyle sighed and got on the back as Scott started it up and zoomed down the path.

They got back into town, and by now, school had ended an hour before. “Take the bike.” Scott said. “Get the stuff you want to get and meet me back here at KFC.”
“I still say this is a bad idea.” Kyle said.
“Tough.” Scott said back.
Kyle zoomed away. Scott looked around and started walking down the street. After a little bit, he saw three men in front of him, wearing business suits. He looked at them as he got closer.
Then they reached inside their suits and pulled out tommy guns!
“Oh Crap!” Scott jumped to the side as they let a spray of bullets go where he used to be.
Scott ran out into the middle of the street, causing cars to slam on their brakes and crash, plus a couple getting shot up when the three punks fired at Scott.
Scott ducked down behind a parked car to catch his breath. Suddenly, he started running and a couple seconds later, the car blew up, sending Scott flying into the side of a building.
He got back up just as bullets hit where he used to be. He ran around the corner of the building and into the first door he saw.
“Hey Scott.” He turned and saw Amanda behind the counter.
“The video store.” Scott said quietly. He ran to the counter and said to her, “Call the cops. I’m being fired at!”
“What?” she said with a smile. “Stop fooling around.”
Scott saw the three people stand outside the window and aim their guns.
“Get down!” he yelled. He ducked down in front of the counter as the glass behind the counter shattered when a whole bunch of bullets sprayed in.
Scott heard a yelp and the bullets end.
Scott stayed out of view as he went behind the counter. He looked and there were no more window, and no more punks.
He saw Amanda laying on the floor, her stomach bloody.
“Oh god no!” Scott said, tears in his eyes.
“I feel cold.” Amanda strained to say.
“It’s ok.” Scott said. “I’ll get you to a hospital.” Her head rolled to the side and her eyes closed.
“Amanda?” he shook her body but she didn’t move. “No!” he shouted. He heard the sound of someone stepping on broken glass and heard a click.
“Stand up please.” Said a voice.
Scott stood up and turned around. One of the men that was chasing him were there, he gun pointed at him.
“Come towards me.” Said the man.
Scott was filled with so much anger, he barley heard the man. He did as he was told and the man grabbed Scott’s arm.
“You’re coming with me.”
“No I’m not.” Scott said through clenched teeth. He brought his free arm up and slammed it down on the man’s arm, sending his arm down and letting go of Scott’s other arm.
Then Scott jumped up with one foot and kicked the gun from the man’s hand with the other. Then as he was landing, he sent his foot out again and nailed the man in the nuts, causing him to bend over.
Scott landed and did a back kick to the guy’s head, sending him to the ground. He kicked him really hard in the gut and brought his foot back and swung it as hard as he could into the man’s neck, snapping it, killing him.
“I forgot to mention. I’m in Tea-Kwon-Do.” Scott said.
Scott walked over and picked up the Tommy gun. He walked back through the broken window and bent down behind the counter as he put the strap to the gun over his shoulder.
He bent down and checked Amanda’s pulse, only to find out she was dead. He could faintly hear the radio playing on the second shelf under the counter.
“Another teen is dead by the unknown sniper. 16 year old Mike Halloway is now dead…”
Scott slammed his fist into the radio braking it. Garrison was killing his friends to get to him.
He heard the backdoor open and close and peeked over the counter. The other two men walked in and started walking among the aisles, looking for him.
Scott put his back to the inside of the counter and took deep breaths, letting the anger come.
He then stood to full height from behind the counter and let loose a spray of bullets.
“Ahhhhhhh!” he screamed as he saw one of the men go down. Scott ducked back down behind the counter as a couple of shots hit the counter and one blew the computer up.
Scott stood up, jumped. And flew over the counter sideways, firing. He landed behind an aisle just as the guy fired at the edge of it.
Scott heard a mortacycle pull up.
“Scott?” he heard Kyle’s voice. He heard Kyle step on the broken glass and say, “My god.”
Then he heard gun fire from close by and heard Kyle yelp and all was silent.
“No!” Scott stood up and moved out to the open. He saw the last man, his back to him.
“Hey, over here!” Scott yelled. The last man turned around and Scott fired, sending the man flying back.
Scott ran over to the counter and saw Kyle’s body by the side of it, shot up.
“No!” he yelled again.
Behind him, the last man was barely alive. He reached into his suit and pulled out a one handed gun.
Scott heard the sound the a gun clicking and whipped around and fired again, this time killing the man.
He walked over and took the ammo out of the man’s Tommy gun and put it in his. He then took the man’s one handed gun and put it in his belt.
He walked out of the store and to his bike. He got on and started it up when he saw people staring at him.
He pointed to the closest person. “You. You call the cops, ok?”
The person nodded and ran off.
Scott drove off, going to Jo’s house to warn her.

Scott slowed down as he rounded the corner and saw cop cars by Jo’s house. He also saw Whitney and Rose by the house, crying.
He got off his bike and walked over.
“What’s going on here?” Scott asked.
“We came over,” Whitney was saying. “And there were cops all over the place. We asked her parents what happened and they said she was kidnapped.”
“My god.” He looked over and saw Jo’s parents crying. All of this because of me. He said in his mind.
“Hey,” he said to Whitney, Rose and Jo’s parents. “I’m going to get her back.”
“What are you going to do?” Jo’s father asked. “You’re only 16.”
“I’m going to kick some ass.”

A little bit later, Scott was speeding down the streets on his morticycle, anger in his face. He turned the corner with out slowing down and came to a screeching stop next to the video store.
He got off the bike, opened one of the metal cases on the side, and took the Tommy gun out. He reloaded it and stepped into the video store, where the dead bodies still lay.
He walked through, looking for someone that was alive. He heard a moan and listened. He followed the noise and came to one of the men from before. It turned out, he only shot him in the leg.
Scott put the gun strap around his shoulder and let the gun go, so it hung on by his shoulder. He walked over to the man and grabbed his shirt.
“Where’s your hideout?” Scott yelled at him. The man refused to answer.
“Where is it?” Scott yelled again and this time punched the man.
“At the abandoned warehouse just outside of town.” The man whispered.
Scott let him go and he fell back to the floor. Scott left, the gun still slung around him, and rode away on his bike.

He was zooming down the highway, on his way to the abandoned warehouse, when a car flew out of a side street and aimed for him.
“Another one.” Scott said through clenched teeth and turned on hand around with his gun and fired, hitting the car, but missing the driver.
Suddenly, the window to the passenger seat lowered and another man stuck out with a gun and started to fire.
Scott weaved the bike, so the shots missed. He saw a ramp off to the side of the road and slammed on the brakes so the other car went flying over him. Scott sped up again and moved to the side. The passenger started firing again, but Scott hit the ramp and flew into the air, blasting his Tommy gun, damaging the car. He landed in front of the car again and turned around, so when the passenger leaned out his window to fire again, Scott shot first, killing him.
Scott looked ahead again and moved to the left, a tractor-trailer just missing him.
The car chasing Scott didn’t see this until Scott moved out of the way and by then it was too late. The tractor-trailer slammed into the car, blowing it up.
Scott continued to ride to the abandoned warehouse.

He got to it, and slowly brought his bike to a stop by the entrance. He went to his other metal case and took out the gun he got off the guy back at the video store shootout, and put it in his belt again.
He walked up to the door and kicked really hard, splintering it. He kicked again and it gave way. Scott walked into the building and looked around.
There was the main floor and a balcony going all the way around, higher up. He could see doors closed to separate rooms.
Scott looked around, and all of a sudden, the lights turned on and he heard a bunch of clicking. He looked around again and saw men surrounding him. They had all come out of the closed doors, and were now pointing their guns at him.
“Ok.” Scott said. “If that’s the way you want to play.” He started counting the men, but after a bunch, decided to drop his Tommy gun.
He heard clapping and turned. Garrison came in from the back door. “Very good.” He said. “I didn’t think you’d find us here.”
“One of your men felt like he had to tell me.” Scott said through clenched teeth.
“Now, have you been told about your real past?” Garrison asked.
“Yes.”
“Ok. As you can probily tell, I’m Garrison. Your father owed me three million dollars. Since he failed to deliver, and died, you have to pay me.”
“Where can I come up….”
Garrison cut him off. “Don’t ask questions. That was the attitude of your father. Follow me.” He led Scott out into the back of the warehouse. There was a really high barbed wire fence and in the middle of the yard was Jo, tied up to a chair, and gagged.
“Now, if I don’t have my money by midnight tonight, you can say good bye to your little girlfriend.”
“She’s not my girlfriend.” Scott mumbled. Then louder. “But that’s impossible.”
“Well you better do it. Or else.” Garrison looked showed Scott back into the warehouse and glanced up. a person was on the top ledge, sniper rifle aimed down.
Scott followed Garrison’s look and saw the sniper. Scott whipped out his gun on his belt and fired, first shot missing the sniper, second hitting him in the chest. All the other men readied the guns.
“No!” Garrison ordered his men. “Good shot, kid. I could use a person like you. That is if you get my money.”
“I feel honored.” Scott said sarcastically.
As Garrison showed Scott back to his bike, he said. “Midnight tonight. And no cops or else she dies!”
Scott grumbled as he got on his bike and rode back to town.

9:30 PM
Scott had been at the camp all ever since, thinking about what he was going to do, when he decided to go for a ride. He cruised into town and rode around.
He passed by Rick’s house and saw the car out front. He got off his bike just as Rick was about to leave on his.
“Hey!” Rick said. “I heard about Tyler, Amanda, Mike, and Jo.”
“Yeah. It’s because of me. But Jo’s not dead. She’s been kidnapped. And unless I come up with three million dollars by midnight tonight, they’re going to kill her.”
“Who?”
Scott started explaining.

After an explanation, Rick was quiet.
“Now, I don’t want you to help if you don’t want to.” Scott said.
“No, I want to help.”
“Ok. Come with me.” Rick and Scott got on their morticycles and rode to the camp.

10:30 PM
They arrived at Scott’s hideout and in a pile were some guns.
“I went out and bought them today.” Scott said. “Here.” He gave Rick a couple of one handed ones and he put them in his belt, under his shirt. Scott did the same. Then he gave Rick two Machine guns, which he strapped over his shoulders. Again, Scott did the same. Then he loaded the two bikes’ metal cases up with some of the guns and closed them.
“Now we’re ready.” Scott said. They got on their bikes and zoomed off.

11:15 PM
The two bikes were zooming down the highway, going to the abandoned warehouse.
“Watch it.” Scott said. “Garrison has men all over the place. Then, three cars pulled up close to them.
“Do you have the money?” One of passengers from one of the cars asked.
“What do you think?” Scott replied with. He raised one of the guns and fired, blowing up the car next to him.
“Down to two.” Scott said.
Rick turned around to fire, but the car behind him rammed his bike, sending him flying off.
“Rick!” Scott yelled. When Rick landed and the car drove by, he kept firing until the car blew up.
Just as the last car was going to ram Scott, Scott pulled to the side and turned around, the car missing him. Scott went back and stopped next to Rick, who got on. Scott started the bike up again and rode, just as the last car got there.
It couldn’t turn in time, so it ran off the road and flipped a couple times.

11: 30 PM
The two people pulled to a stop outside the abandoned warehouse.
“Ready?” Scott asked.
“Ready.” Rick answered. They made the mortcycle face the now new door and Scoot floored it.

Inside the abandoned warehouse, then men were walking around, talking. All of a sudden, the door busted in as a morticycle slammed through it, and right away, Scott and Rick started firing, bringing a couple of the men down.
The other men rose their guns and fired just as Scott and Rick tipped the bike to it’s side, and going down, the bullets hitting the bike.
“Run!” Scott yelled. Rick and Scott ran as the bike blew up. They each went behind separate pillars, going up into the roof.
Rick turned around long enough to fire and went back behind. Scott did this, but heard a click in his gun. He unshouldered his gun and threw it, hitting one of the men in the head, knocking him out.
He pointed with his other gun and fired.
Rick looked up and saw a bunch of snipers aiming at them. He aimed both his machines guns up there and started firing, not stopping till all the snipers were dead. Then he moved out from behind the pillar and fired both his machine guns at a bunch of the men, killing some, and going behind the pillar again just as shots hit the edge of it, where he used to be.
Scott ran out of ammo with his other machine gun. He saw one of the men come close to his pillar, so he used the gun as a bat and rammed him to the side of the head, knocking him out.
Once Scott saw a bunch of the men turn towards him, he dropped the gun and took out the two from his belt and started firing, killing another couple of men. He then moved back behind his pillar.
“On the count of three!” Scott said to Rick. “One. Two.”
“Three!” Rick said, as both of them left their pillars and ran sideways, firing, going into the rooms on either side of the pillars, and closing the doors.

Scott looked at his watch. 11:45 PM. Time was running out. He emptied the clips from his two guns and took another couple out from his pockets and slapped them in. he heard a sound outside his door.

Rick, inside his room, threw his machine gun down and took out his two guns from his belt. He checked to make sure they were loaded and kicked open his door. He walked out into the room and saw the last of the men trying to get into Scott’s room.
“Hey, over here!” Rick shouted. They turned, and Rick started firing his two guns.
Scott opened the doors and sidekicked the closest man and as the man was going down, shot him.
Then he kneed another in the nuts and punched him in the head, knocking him out. Him and Rick both fired at the last man, both shots hitting him, sending him down.
“Piece of cake.” Scott said, out of breath.
“Yeah.” Rick said, also out of breath.
“It’s 11:50, we better hurry.” Scott said.

Out in the back, Garrison and two men were standing around Jo.
“Looks like Scott isn’t going to come.” Garrison said. “Guess he doesn’t care much about you.”
“Wrong!” said Scott as he walked out of the warehouse, his and Rick’s guns pointed at him. “We came to get you out of here.”
“Where’s my money?” Garrison asked.
“Screw your money.” Rick said.
“Untie Jo now, or I’ll shoot.” Scott said.
Garrison laughed. The two men that were with him turned and fired. Scott moved, but Rick didn’t. Scott saw Rick go down and rushed over to him.
“Rick, don’t die.”
“It’s ok.” Rick strained to say. “We saved the day.”
Scott stood up and fired his two guns until they were out. When he lowered them, he saw the two men dead.
“Unfortunately, your friend was wrong. You didn’t save the day.” Garrison took out a gun and pointed it at Jo, who’s eyes went wide and then she closed them.
“No!” Scott threw one of his guns, expecting to hit Garrison, but missed. Garrison also fired a second later and the bullet hit the flying gun, knocking it to the ground.
“Oh well. I got more shots.” Garrison said as he aimed at Jo again. Right before he fired, Scott ran and did a jump side kick and nailed Garrison in the side of the head, knocking him down.
Scott bent down, still out of breath, and picked up Garrison’s gun. “You’ve caused me, my friends, and both my families a lot of pain.” Scott said.
Garrison raised one of his hands. “Please. Don’t shoot.”
Scott was going to shoot, when Garrison swung his foot out and tripped Scott up, the shot missing Garrison.
Once Scott landed on his back, Garrison jumped onto of him, and started to choke him, knocking the gun out of his hand first.
“Now you die!” Garrison said. Scott’s face was turning blue. A shot rung out and Garrison fell off Scott, dead.
Scott took deep breaths as he looked and saw Rick kneeling with Garrison’s gun in his hand.
“Thanks.” Scott quietly said. He slowly got up and helped Rick up, who’s side was a little bloody. They walked over to Jo and ripped the tape off and took the gag out of her mouth.
“Thank you!” she hugged Scott and put her arms around both Scott and Rick as they walked.
“We need to get you to a hospital.” Scott told Rick.
“Yeah, but I’m not going to die. The bullet just grazed my side.”
“How are we going to get back?” Jo asked. “You brought your bike right?”
“Yeah.” Scott said. “But they blew it up.”
All three of them laughed as they walked into the abandoned warehouse and back out the front.

THE END

BULLET PROOF

By: Jeff Long