The Millennium Drug...
The helicopter had passed over head and the noise had subsided some what,
the piercing light could still be seen,
flickering unsteadily as it tried to home in on it's target
"I fucking hate weekends, I really hate shit weather,
but most of all I really can't be doing with fucking joy riders
nicking expensive sports cars on a wet, weekend night.
I'll bet you a tenner it's a fucking snotty little twenty year old,
arsehole, so fucked out of his brains on coke....
.....
who’s pulled a bird in a club and to show off,
thought He'd nick a fucking Porsche to show his skill and prowess."
The tirade continued as he banked the chopper with grace...
"Fuck me in my day we just used to get pissed, lie about the job we did,
and how much we could drink, and say we had a dick three inches bigger than we really did!"
Moaned the pilot.
"Air 1, Air 1 do you have a 5x5 visual, confirm over?"
"Roger that, 5x5."
"Shut your bitching old man and keep your mind on flying the chopper.
Jesus Christ this guy doesn't give a shit, that's the fourth car he's caused to crash,
and only the second time he's gone under sixty miles per hour. He must be out of his skull, that much I do agree on!
...
What do you reckon, is he going for the motorway or what?" asked the co pilot.
The pilot who had been flying this particular helicopter for ten years,
and who had chased more joy riders than he could count,
was very good at second guessing where his target was usually heading,
thought about it for all of a second and replied.
"Yeah he'll go for the motorway, he doesn't stand a chance in the city centre."
This too was true, three high performance ground units
specially designed for chasing and apprehending this kind of joy rider,
were speeding there way to the Porsche and helicopter partnership,
all with the same intent,
to end the chase as quickly as possible and with as few casualties as could be helped.
"Besides" added the pilot,
"He hasn't nicked a Porsche to pootle around town,
he'll want to open it up and give the x cars a run for their money."
This was a blindingly astute guess,
down in the Porsche Dex was thumping the steering wheel in time
to the pounding bass that filled the leather-enclosed interior
of the Porsche which he had so lovingly stolen two hours previously.
Yet, another coincidence was the fact that he was drugged up to his eyeballs,
but not just on coke and E's.
Although he had not stolen the Porsche to impress the girl he had pulled in the nightclub,
his plans were much more sinister.
Tonight for the first time his mate "Phil the pill"
who was the best in the business for getting
you what you wanted at short notice,
had given him something new and said
"Try this, it'll make coke and pills seem like a fucking Anadin."
Dex being Dex was always up for something new,
so had popped the triangular little pill down his neck
raised his bottle of Budweiser and washed it down his throat.
Burped and raised his glass to aforementioned friend and toasted his good health.
That was six hours ago, and his friend had been right,
the new drug was absolutely the best thing he had ever tried.
He could not ever remember having a night out like this before.
He had never drunk so much without getting drunk,
he would never felt so confident.
He'd definitely not been so good at chatting women up.
This brought a huge smile to his lips as he looked down to the mass of blonde hair nestled in his lap,
which was bobbing up and down like a theme park roller coaster,
sucking the very life out of his drug fuelled hormone overdosed erection.
He said to no one in particular
" Fuck me this is turning out to be one fucking good night,
so where the fuck are the cops to really make this a night to remember?"
The blonde came up for air and before she even had time to say what was on her mind,
i.e. that she didn't want to get arrested,
whilst in a stolen Porsche,
when she was well and truly of her tits on at least three different illegal substances.
Two of which she had in her handbag. Dex grabbed her head and forced it back down to his swollen penis and screamed;
" Who the fuck told you to stop sucking bitch?
I'll tell you when you can stop,
so you just keep sucking that cock till it explodes all over the back of your throat.
So help me god if you spill one drop of it on this leather trim,
no fucking guy is ever gonna look at you in a nightclub again.
Do you understand?"
Kerry nodded that she understood,
but Dex didn't really pick up on this,
as he was too busy enjoying the sight of her lips sinking over the pulsing head of his penis."
His adrenaline and drug crazed brain had three thoughts running through it,
firstly he wanted this chase to be the best chase that was ever gonna be on Police camera action.
He wanted to be the guy that out ran the cars,
which he knew, would soon be closing in on him trying to end the night of his life.
Secondly, he couldn't wait to empty the contents of his scrotum sack into the blonde-haired women’s mouth,
which for the life of him couldn't even remember her name,
was it Karen, or Katy? Who gives a fuck?
All he knew was she was a six foot blonde with a super model’s body,
long blonde hair and outrageously long legs.
All his mates had nearly died when he would walked up to her on the dance floor in the club,
and within thirty seconds flat was playing tonsil tennis with her.
Therefore, her name really wasn't important at all.
The last thought in his head was how weird it was that;
the music blasting from the Porsche's expensive stereo system,
was sending wave upon wave of pleasure through his drug saturated body.
It was weird the more and more bass that pumped out of the hand crafted speakers the hornier he got,
with each new crescendo of pulsing treble his dick got harder,
and the faster the beat got the harder he pushed the accelerator peddle down.
God he felt like he was going to live forever and he never wanted this moment to end.
He had decided some time ago that he was going to get the polices attention and lead them to the motorway,
where he could really open the Porsche up and give the coppers the chase of a life time.
Getting the polices attention hadn't really been that hard,
all he did was pull up out side a taxi office in the town centre at half two in the morning,
pulled out the nine millimetre browning pistol out of his pants and emptied a full magazine into the waiting crowd.
All nine rounds had found a different target.
The red head with the tall bloke had definitely been the best shot;
the round had gone into her left eye,
totally blowing it out in a searing flash of agony for her.
The contact lens changing her eye from blue to green fusing with the orb for the briefest fraction of a second,
before the eye burst inwards.
The round had then continued into the greyish matter of her brain.
Spinning at several thousand revolutions a second.
It had bored it's way out of the back of her head just below her ear,
where the round and most of her brains;
and part of her skull exploded out with enough force to soak the surrounding crowd in blood,
gore and slush.
The round ending up ricocheting of the wall
and hitting her blood splattered boyfriend in the cerebral cortex just above his shoulders,
an injury from which he would never recover and would die from two years later,
never waking up from the coma.
The other eight rounds cost two more lives,
both due to massive internal injuries,
after the cavitations effect of a nine-mm hard point round entering the body at a side on entry.
Imagine if you will a gold fish in a clear plastic bag,
like the kind you win at the fair.
Now imagine if you will that the said bag is suspended from a string and the string is cut,
the bag and goldfish fall at a increasing speed until it hits the floor.
When it hits the floor it explodes with a huge force and what is inside wants to get outside very fast,
this is what happened to two people.
Both their insides wanted to get outside very fast;
and with the help of the skin rupturing and the forces involved the insides scattered in a very wide arc,
which caused several bystanders to be covered in assorted body parts from assorted persons.
This made it hard for the paramedics who turned up to decide which piece of lung belonged to which victim.
Or if the shards of one victims ribcage exploding with the speed of a freight train,
were the cause of several serious lacerations to other people,
either way it was not a pleasant area to witness after a large amount of alcohol,
and the traditional chicken tikka kebab.
You couldn't tell what was food and what were body parts.
This had not only got the undivided attention of the police,
but had put a huge smile on Dex's face and a mighty erection in his pants.
This had also caused one of the Greater Manchester police helicopters to be scrambled.
Most of the ground units to be put on alert for the black Porsche 911,
several police cars had given chase but were either out performed or simply shot at,
which had resulted in two high speed crashes left in the Porsche’s wake.
So the high performance armed response units had been crashed out.
Three of these were twenty seconds away from the speeding Porsche.
One of which was a highly tuned Subaru imprezza,
which with it's impressive power and handling would give the Porsche a good run for it's money.
The other two were also impressively tuned Volvo T5's,
all three officers driving each of the massively powerful cars were very qualified drivers,
who also were very good marksman with the heckler and Koch Sub machine guns which were strapped around their torsos.
All six officers in the pursuing vehicles were aware of what the Porsche’s driver had done,
and knew that he was probably not really bothered about the carnage he had so far caused.
Or the consequences of his actions,
and so were determined to bring the chase to a swift end.
They had been following the chase commentary given by the chopper on scene for the last ten minutes
and were all wondering how fast they could end this lunatic’s mayhem.
It was just as Dex was approaching the Mancunian way,
heading for the motorway that he observed in his rear view mirror:
a white Imprezza screeching round the corner at pin mill brow,
and accelerating up to his car,
when the front of the car lit up in a brilliant flash of blue and white strobe lights
and the familiar tones of the siren intruded with the bass orientated music.
This resulted in yet another massive smile erupting on his face.
"At last!" was all he had to say about the matter,
What he did about it was another story,
he dumped the clutch and dropped the car down a gear,
in one smooth well practiced racing gear change.
The rev counter went mad and the engine roared it's approval,
the car blasted forward in a massive uproar of horse power let loose.
The driver of the Subaru simply said, "We've got a live one here,
he wants the full Monty don't he?"
His partner simply grabbed the radio and inquired to where the other two ASU's were.
They replied that they were further up the road ready to perform a boxing in manoeuvre on the renegade Porsche.
The pilot of the helicopter was giving a running commentary on the chase for evidence,
and added that the use of a stinger was not possible as yet as,
this was the first time they had caught up with the vehicle in question
and if they couldn't stop him before they got on the motorway that a stinger set up would be used.
The co pilot turned to the pilot and said
"I've got a really bad feeling that this is going to end in tears you know.
Look at the way he's driving, this isn't just some idiot,
he really knows how to handle that car,
and he certainly doesn't give a fuck who gets hurt!"
As he said this a report came over the radio that one of the ground units that had given chase
and been shot at had suffered a fatality.
This further enraged all the officers in the chase,
and made them more determined to catch the Porsche as soon as possible.
"Bastard!" was all the pilot said.
The Porsche was doing in excess of over one hundred miles an hour over the Mancunian way by now
and was heading for Regents Road.
Which leads on to the M602 and from there anywhere in the north west,
the officers knew this and so did Dex,
what Dex didn't know was that quarter of a mile up the road were the two Volvo's waiting for him.