I clicked on the lock button and smooth steel round metals which were shields in the sides for my beautiful Easter created a smooth frame underneath her. They covered all the four tires.
The cops watched in awe of the unexpected with open mouths of what would unfold next. Unable to comprehend what could be the end result of my sane act.
At that instance everything in my life behaved as if they were in slow motion. I saw the heads of cops follow the direction of my beautiful Easter until she landed on the tarmac, making the first huge jump. Followed by a medium and a small one without toppling over.
The steel round metals acted as a shield and springs at the same time. They reduced the impact of hitting the ground.
At the last skip my beautiful Easter smoothly slided on the steel round metallic materials that protected the tires.
My beautiful Easter sleigh behaved like a snow scooter or skimobile.
The tires inside were still fast rotating, "Normal speed Easter."
I said, I wanted the engine to keep running.
The cops regained their senses. They rushed with their guns thinking they had me.
I watched them in the rear view side mirrors.
One of them reached my Lamborghini Urus. He forced his hand to unlock the door. He failed terribly because it was locked.
I let them toy a bit longer as I enjoyed their struggle a bit too much.
They could hear the sound of my beautiful Easter rumbling hypersonically as if she was moving.
They could even get the shift changes in sound like when one pushed on the gas pedal to feed it and give it more power, yet she didn't move, she was in her still position.
That created confusion in them. They considered the possibility of my Lamborghini Urus having malfunctioned because of the stable crash.One of them lifted his weapon and hit the window to the left to smash it.
I laughed hysterically. His weapon couldn't damage a single thing on my beautiful Easter.
"What are you doing? We must go now!"
Tamandan Bongo, the Black hitman screamed at me.
Of all the dangers we just survived, he turned out to be more afraid of cops? I found him very funny, cops are mostly considerate and play the role of good guys though at times there are bad apples that poison the flock.
"Relax dude and watch the show. These are the joys one enjoys when they take demented risks."
I calmed him down. The Lamborghini Urus's CCTV cameras were giving me an amazing live feed. I glanced at every side and angle perfectly. I saw the cops vehicles draw near to block me.
Some must have picked up that I was messing with them. The helicopters also came closer. They did not want to take any unnecessary chances.
One cop aimed to break my windshield when he couldn't, he shouted, "Could you bring me something sharp I can use to shatter this damn windshield."
They could see the taunting allsmile on my face. How relaxed and not in a panic state at their scary attitude towards me.
Having had enough glee. I resumed the next plan. Over-excitement most of the time results in sorrow.
I clicked on my miracle button. The steel round metallic casing that covered and protected my tires retracted in and my beautiful Easter thumped like a bullet leaving the cops in smoke from the tires as quick friction with the tarmac.
"No, not again!"
The captain in charge of capturing me, screamed absurdly. He must be taking things very personally.
"All units available, on the ground and in the sky get me the bastard Contratino dead or alive. Failure is not an option."
He issued his order and breathed heavily as if he had been running a long distance.
I felt a strong belly laugh flick through me. It ended up on my face. My partner in crime seemed amused at my insanity and my unethical unrealistic ideas. Yet they performed wonders.
"What exactly spins in your head?"
He desired to dig inside my head. He untied the piece of cloth that prevented my right hand from excessive bleeding.
"I just act on my instinctive thoughts, intuition."
My hand looked swollen. I had expected it. I could feel the veins of blood imitating my heart beat causing a hellish pain. I never had the time to nurse it.
Now that my worry has lessened. I began to feel it more intensively. The wound behaved like it had a heart of its own.
"This looks bad, the good thing being the dagger isn't poisonous otherwise you would have passed out or gone a long time ago."
Tamandan Bongo, the Black hitman commented having analyzed my wound carefully. I watched him in silliness. In my head I told him off. I know all that crap, just remove this damn lustful metallic thing off my hand.
My eyes rested on the cameras. The conveyance under my tail induced a grin on my face.
"What's funny?"
Tamandan Bongo, the Black hitman, had eyed my expression.
"Nothing…"
I stopped myself. I saw the helicopter for the live broadcast crew flying not in a far distance from us and five more cop's helicopters.
"Do you have a screwdriver?"
Asked Tamandan Bongo, the Black hitman having thoroughly studied the dagger in my hand. I caught up with his thoughts.
Pulling the dagger backwards may severely damage my veins and muscle tissues.
"Yes," I turned behind to grab my toolbox. I groaned as I struggled to lift it with my left hand.
"Leave it, I will get it."
"I will manage."
I gritted my teeth and managed to pull it off its location and stuffed it into his hands. I could see that he judged me as a stubborn goat.
He had strapped off the top. He searched for the exact size screw driver that could easily get the job done.
Next he began to untie the screw on the dagger handle. Every time it shook it did hurt as hell as if I was being stabbed all over again.
"Pass me a bottle of whiskey in that drawer."
I interrupted him, pointing with my eyes as the pain became louder in my flesh than any other thing.
He wasn't sure which one to open until my left hand and finger directed him. A hint of surprise flashed on him.
Probably the least expected thing when he had the bottle in his hand. He uncorked the stopper, sipped from the bottle before passing it to me.
I made two excessive gulps, when I made the third swigged, he wasn't paying attention to me but busy unscrewing the screws of the metallic dagger embedded in my palm.
I supped for the sixth time. I did all this to numb the excruciating pain that disturbed my body system normal functionality.
The helicopters started firing once more. I prayed for the Black hitman to hurry. My emotions were in turmoil.
My original plans had been ruined and the next moves I would have to do depended on improvisation.