Legend of Darren Hill

    David jumped onto the hood of the car. He took a bungee cord, and wrapped it around the thin black bar Nick had seen earlier. David strapped himself to the car, and then he made sure he was secured.
    "Let's go," he demanded. Nick sped the car toward the other warehouse buildings.
    The black Mercedes turned behind them. Dennis fired his handgun at the car chasing them, while he held up the trunk lid. David fired his handguns taking cover behind the front windsheild. Bullets slammed into the front end of the Mercedes.
    The Mercedes swerved left and right to avoid the gunshots. The passengers leaned out of the window firing an AK-47. Dennis ducked for cover, and closed the trunk lid behind him.  Bullets launched into the rear end of their car. One of the brake lights broke into little pieces.
    David ducked to reload his handguns. The empty clips went underneath the racing Buick, as they came closer to the warehouses in front of them. The passenger inside the Mercedes was shot in the back of the head. The man was ejected from the car, and his corspe bounced all over the pavement.
    Nick slammed onto the brakes and performed a one eighty.vid was thrown into the air. The strap around his waiste held him to the car. While he was in the air, the black Mercedes passed the Buick. David fired his handguns once more, as he spun in the air over the Buick. The driver was shot and killed.
    The Buick came to a stop facing the gateway. For a second, Nick could see a (ROAD) police unit coming from the highway.
He could see it, until David slammed onto the hood. David still held one handgun in each hand. Nick slammed his foot on the gas pedal.
    David slid up to the front windshield. He regained his footing. He placed his his handguns back into their holsters. He took a look at the warehouse where they came from. All the men who came out of the building were lying dead on the pavement. Nick raced for the exit, as David looked back at the Mercedes. It crashed into a warehouse. From between the warehouses, two black motorcycles appeared. They sped at full speed to the Buick. They fired their small machine guns toward the car. The biker who was leading the way was shot in the face screen of the helmet. He flew backwards off the bike. Blood splattered into the air as the bike proceeded forward without its motorist. The bike began to flip forwards as the second biker passed it.
    David unstrapped his buckle, as the biker raced slightly behind the Buick. The biker was about to pass the Buick when David jumped into the air. The biker pointed his machine gun at David, as he flew into the air. A bullet marked the machine gun. The biker's hand let go of the machine gun. David kicked the biker off the the motorcycle with his foot. David quickly grabbed the handles of the bike. He sat on the seat, and lifted the front end of the bike as he passed the Buick. The ROAD unit was closing in on them. The front end of the bike landed back onto the ground as it sped between the wooden gate and toll booth. Nick's Buick broke the gate into a thousand pieces. Nick quickly turned the car right onto the freeway. When he made a clear distance from the gates, he slowed the car down. The ROAD unit turned into the warehouses where they heard the gunfire.
    He pulled the Buick into the alleyway. David was standing by the motorcycle as Benjiman was climbing down the ladder. The Buick was filled with bullet holes. Nick opened the trunk lid by pushing a button beside the steering wheel. Dennis walked outside of the trunk holding his shoulder.
    "I've been hit," he agonized. David and Nick rushed toward him.
    "I'll be all right. Back off, you know? Just give me a moment. I'm not a wimp."