Ron Scrimgeour loosened his tie as he drove along the freeway in Delaware. He had fended off the requests of the President for him and his family to stay in the PEOC. His wife had taken their two sons and drove to her family coastal house at the onset of the trouble.
“Now, Mr Scrimgeour,” said Thomson who was suddenly sitting next to him.
“What… what do you want?” Scrimgeour asked, squirming in the driver’s seat.
“Oh, I think you know what I want.”
“Why don’t you tell us Grondin?” David, who was sitting in the back of the Chevrolet, asked.
“de Longford!” said Thomson turning in his seat. “Nice to see you–not!”
David grinned. “Flattery will get you nowhere Grondin!”
“Now listen, I know you two have been fighting through the centuries, but we need to focus,”
said Scrimgeour doing all he could to keep the car on a steady course with such energy flowing.
“No need for any focusing Mr Scrimgeour. You will tell me where Joshua Collins is, or you and your family are on a one-way ride to the Dark Realm.”
“I don’t know! Okay, you know I freed him, but he has his own agenda to follow.”
“And you don’t have special ops agents following him.”
“No, and your threats don’t bother me! The Saviour has guaranteed me entry into heaven.”
Thomson laughed, “Well, let’s put it to the test. Farewell gentlemen,” he said before disappearing.
A front tyre blew-out and the car veered sideways. A truck crashed into the front side and caused the car to topple over along the busy freeway.
When the car came to rest on its roof David, looking behind and seeing the oncoming traffic, released Scrimgeour from his seat belt in the blink of an eyelid. He then forced open the driver’s door and flew, in a blur, over the inner lanes with the unconscious man. Landing on the sloped, grassy verge he left the CIA boss for the emergency services then ran up the slope at high speed. As he disappeared into the trees that lined the freeway, David heard the sounds of screeches and crashing fill the air behind him.
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