Timeless - Part 6

Farlough pushed at the belt release. “It’s stuck!”

“What?”

“Are you deaf? It’s STUCK!”

Tony glanced through the cracked back window. Seven men in assorted dress were getting out of a gray suburban. “Quick, lean the seat back.”

“How?”

“Find the lever on the side of the seat,” Tony said, opening the glove compartment.

Farlough found the lever. “Now what do I do?”

“Pull it!”

He did.

"It's kinda hard to do this while sideways... Now what?”

Tony was getting agitated. “Lean back!”

“Okay, okay!” The seat tipped back, allowing Farlough to slip through.

Tony grabbed three pistol magazines and a revolver from the compartment and slammed it shut. No time for stealth, he thought. Action time. He offered his gun and the magazines to Farlough.

“What about the other one?” came the reply.

“I don’t have time to show you how to use it. Maybe later.”

Farlough took the extended weapon and nodded his thanks. “What about the big gun you brought?”

“I don’t have time to load it. It takes a while," Tony smashed the window to the sunroof with his fist. 

By this time the attackers were exceptionally close. Tony scrambled out of the car. Motioning for Farlough to follow his lead, he got down on his hands and knees in front, between the headlights. He checked his revolver to make sure it was loaded and poked his head around the side. A bullet smashed the side view mirror, spraying shards. One shard glanced off of Tony’s forehead and he pulled back, blood oozing above his eyebrow.

The setting was an abandoned dirt road. They were about six miles from Tony’s home and approximately nine miles from the city. Tony wiped the blood from his head and moved away from the side of the car. He pulled Farlough down as bullets smashed through the windows.

Farlough had to yell to be heard over the obnoxious noise of the guns firing and glass shattering. "What do we do now? We can't just stay here! They’ll blast us to bits!"

"I know," Tony said as he jumped up, turned, fired two shots through the broken windows of the car, and kneeled down again. "They're closing in on us; we need to move soon."

Farlough rolled his eyes. “Obviously,” he remarked as he fumbled to load the gun Tony had given him.

"I think I hit one," Tony commented. "But as far as I can tell, my second shot didn't hit any of the others." He peeked over the edge of the window and saw the remaining six moving towards the car. He moved down again and said to Farlough, "They're coming. We now have only one option.”

“I think I know what you’re thinking.”

“Well then -”

“But I don’t think suicide is such a good idea.”

Tony slapped his forehead. “I meant we should run.”

Farlough thought for a moment. “That works too.”