6Omar came up and sat beside Dwight. He looked around and saw that a lot of Dwight's neighbors were coming out to see what was going on now that the shooting had stopped.
"Dwight,' he whispered so anybody getting close couldn't hear.
"What?" Dwight whispered back but more out of weariness than secrecy.
"Dwight, I have a bad feeling about this."
"About what? The near fatal…for us, shootout we just had. Or the fact that not one but two superpower teams are trying to eliminate us?"
"Well those too. But what I'm really talking about are those cops that are coming."
"Go on."
"Well, I've had a few experiences with the cops being called on me, and in my experience, they rarely get here this fast."
"So what your saying is that you think the cops might be in on this too?"
Omar nodded his head in agreement.
Dwight buried his face in his hands, let out a big sigh, and said, "You know, with the way my week has been going, I wouldn't be surprised."
"So what do you want to do?"
Dwight didn't pick his head up, but he did let out another big sigh and said, "We're just going to leave. You grab Martha, I'll grab the knocked out douche with the knife in his back, we'll get in the car I have parked down the street, and we're going to leave. Don't ask me anymore questions, just do it. Please."
Omar nodded and did as his brother asked of him. Dwight walked over to the man with the knife still in his back. Against the suggestions of his neighbors to not move the body, Dwight hoisted the bleeding man onto his shoulders and proceeded to walk towards the car. He was tired, he was hungry, and he was being bleed on by a guy who had tried to kill him. He was certainly not in the mood to be berated by his bitchy neighbors.
When he go to the car, Omar had already propped Martha up in the back seat and put a seatbelt on her to hold her in place. Dwight was about to do the same thing for his guy, but decided against it. It was a nice car with leather interior, he didn't want to get blood everywhere. Plus, if he came too, he'd probably make driving difficult. So Dwight popped the trunk and threw the man inside.
He got in the driver's seat and waited for his brother to get in too. He again stuck his finger into the ignition to start the vehicle and started to drive off. Once the car was running he was able to remove his finger and the car would stay on.
"Whoa,' said his brother, 'Since when have you been able to do that?"
"About three years now. What did I tell you about asking questions?"
"Do you use it to boost cars?"
"Yeah, this is a stolen car. Now I mean it, no more questions."
"Where do you sell the cars?"
"A guy I know. If you ask one more question, I swear to God I'm going to punch you in the head."
"Ok, ok, chill out." They sat in silence for only five minuets before Omar asked, "So, where we goin'?"
Keeping true to his word, Dwight punched his brother in the side of the head. Omar swore under his breath but didn't do anything back as he knew he had it coming. Dwight said, "We're going to stay with a guy I know. And just so I don't have to hit you again, no it's not the same guy I sell the cars too, and no, he won't be expecting us, but he will let us in, he owes me a few. Now just shut up and let me think."
Omar was silent for a few minuets. He started to look around then said, "Dwight. Dwight. Look behind us."
Dwight did and swore loudly. Following a few cars behind them were the three remaining black cars that had driven off earlier. Dwight knew that he had to lose them before he went to the guy's place or else what happened at his house would happen there. Without warning Dwight turned a corner and gunned it. He had only driven a block when he saw the black cars turn the same corner. The black cars were surprisingly fast and were catching up to him in a hurry. Dwight turned another corner quickly but the other cars were behind him again in a matter of moments.
Dwight knew the city like the back of his hand, and he knew that if he made a left at the next street it would lead them to an underground parking garage. If they were lucky, they could make it in there before the other cars did and lose them. Before he turned left, Dwight turned his right blinker. He didn't actually think that would fool them, but it couldn't hurt. But to his surprise, the front car started to get in the right-hand lane. These people were stupider then he thought. When he got to the road, he started to turn right then cut left. He looked behind him and saw that the lead car also started to turn right, but didn't turn left in time and started to spin out.
Dwight took that to his advantage and floored it again. He made two more quick turns and he was at there. He pulled into the garage and quickly got out to see if the other cars had followed him. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw that they hadn't. He went over to the passenger door and opened for his brother. Omar got out holding his head as he had banged it against the window when he made his first turn.
"Grab the guy in the trunk,' He said, "I'll grab Martha. We need to get a new ride."
"Oo, can I pick it out?"
Dwight couldn't respond to that for a moment. He didn't know weather to laugh or smack him. Finally he said, "Yeah, sure, take your pick."
Omar grabbed the man in the trunk and darted off to find a vehicle he liked. Dwight opened the back door and carefully took Martha out. He carried her over to where he heard Omar calling him.
"How's this car?" Omar asked about a little four door purple car.
"It's not bad. But what about that color?"
"Yeah, you're right. We should go to another level and see if they have anything better." So the traveled to the next level. The two shopped around for a few minuets then Omar shouted at Dwight, "Dwight! I found our new pimp-mobile."
Dwight came running up to see what his brother had discovered. When he saw, he nodded his head in approval. Dwight placed his hand over the lock of the large black Hummer and merged with the door. He mentally popped the locks and turned off the alarm. "Get in,' he said.
"Shotgun," Martha spoke up from Dwight's arms.
"You're awake." Dwight said as he slowly lowered her to the ground.
"Yes, and I got a splitting headache."
"Here," Dwight said and led here over to the other side and opened the passenger door for her. Omar gave him a dirty look. "What,' Dwight said, 'She called shotgun."
Omar just shook his head and got into the back seat with the man he was carrying. Once they were all in, Dwight started up the Hummer and headed off again to his friends house.