Jack Joins the Chase
“What?” Jack asked staring as his brother climbed back into the vehicle as if no further answers were necessary.
Wade noticed his brother wasn’t coming along and exited the vehicle.
“Come on, Jack!” he said excitedly. “We’ve got a job to do!”
“Where did you get this car?”
“From some guy at the bar, now come on!”
“And where are you wanting to go?”
“To The Butcher!”
“Yeah, I get that, but I’m pretty sure there aren’t many butchers open at this time of night.”
“But we’re not going to be in this time of night, we’re going back to the past!”
“I thought you said we were going to the butcher.”
“You’re just overly complicating things, Jack. Come on!”
“It’s late, Wade, and I apparently just lost a few hours of my life to a stupid conversation on a movie forum. I’d rather just get some sleep.”
“But there’s no time to waste!”
“The past isn’t going anywhere.”
“Well, um, no, I guess you’re right. But that guy, he disappeared. What if we’re going to disappear next?”
“How much did you drink tonight, Wade? You sure you should be driving?”
“I just had one beer. I’m totally fine to drive.”
“Yeah, that’s what they all say.”
“You really are going to make this difficult, aren’t you?” Wade frowned.
“I’m just thinking I don’t really want to go off joyriding in a stolen vehicle, especially if going along with a drunk driver.”
“I’m not drunk!” Wade defended. “But you know what, if it will make you feel any better, you can drive.”
“What would make me feel better is if I didn’t have a stolen car sitting in my driveway. It’s not like the cops are going to question whether or not this is the stolen DeLorean they’re looking for.”
“It’s not stolen, I promise. The guy who disappeared said it was mine.”
“And how do you know he didn’t steal it.”
“Because—well, actually, I guess I don’t know.”
“Right, so, why don’t you park the car in the garage, we can call the cops, and hope they take it easy on us.”
“Or…” Wade began, grinning wildly, “we could drive it back to Frankie’s and see if we can find the owner.”
“And what do we do if the cops find us driving the car they’re obviously out looking for?”
“The better question is what do we do when they find the car they’re looking for in our driveway?”
“Okay, so, you think you can find the owner if we go back to Frankie’s?” Jack asked skeptically.
“At the very least, it would be better to leave it sitting in front of the bar when we call the cops instead of in front of our house.”
“Okay, fine. But I’m only going along with you on this because I don’t think you should be driving.”
“Perfect!” Wade shouted. He ran around the car and entered the passenger side.
Jack slowly ambled to the driver’s seat and climbed in, shutting the door behind him. He looked at the dashboard, as well as all of the other dials and screens scattered around the center console.
“What the heck is all this?”
“No clue,” Wade answered. “I was guessing it had something to do with time travel.”
“Right,” Jack nodded with an annoyed grimace. “Time travel. Well, let’s time travel to a few minutes from now when we can offload this vehicle and make sure no one sees us.”
“Great. We should probably go really fast then,” Wade offered, hopefully.
“What?” Jack scowled. “And draw extra attention to ourselves? We’re already driving one of the most conspicuous cars possible. I think back roads and speed limits are our best options.”
Wade growled in annoyance. He knew the trick to the car was they needed to go fast. That way they could go back in time and help the weird man he had seen. But how to convince his brother of that?
Jack turned the key and the car fired back to life. He backed out of the driveway slowly, turned around, and drove off into the night down their darkened street.
“Wouldn’t you like to see what this baby can do? It’s not every day you get to drive a DeLorean,” Wade offered.
“If we can find the owner, I’m more than willing to ask him if we can take it out for a real test drive, but you know I can’t afford to get another mark on my record.”
“Right, so maybe I should drive? My license is free and clear.”
“Nice try, bro.”
“Fine, but you could at least go the speed limit,” Wade said as he fiddled with the dials attached to the box with red digital numbers displayed on its readout.
“Don’t screw with that,” Jack scolded. “What if you break something and we have to pay for it.”
“Jeez, Jack,” Wade frowned, “just chill.”
Jack growled in frustration. “Fine, just don’t break anything, okay?”
“You know me, I’m always cautious.”
Jack decided not to respond to the statement and focused on the road. The streets were empty, which felt odd. He looked at the clock. Well, he looked at several different digital readouts before he found what he thought was the clock. Twenty minutes past eleven didn’t seem like it should be late enough for the roads to be so empty.
Maybe it was Daylight Savings or something.
Jack hated forgetting about Daylight Savings. Two times a year he would always be late for everything.
“Where are you going, Jack?” Wade asked. “Frankie’s is right up here.”
“Oh,” Jack said, shaking himself back to focus. “Sorry, I was thinking about something.”
“Pull over here. We don’t want to risk people seeing us come out,” Wade said as he considered how he had been shot at just a few minutes prior.
“Good call,” Jack said, following his brother’s advice.
They came to a stop and Jack hopped out of the vehicle. Wade stayed in his seat.
“Come on, Wade. You’re not going to find the owner hiding anywhere in there.”
Wade, without a word, slowly opened the door, looking in every direction as he worked his way out of the interior of the car.
“What the hell is up with you today, Wade?” Jack asked. “Come on. I don’t have all night.”
“It’s just that—“ Wade cut himself off, not knowing how to explain that someone might have been shooting at him. If he didn’t believe the time travel, or the disappearing man, Wade couldn’t see how he’d believe being shot at.
Wade stood upright and ran quickly for the nearby wall, pressing himself against it.
Wade squealed and fell to the ground.
“Seriously, what is going on with you, Wade?” Jack asked as he walked to his brother.
“I was just closing the car door you decided to leave open.”
“Oh, yeah. Of course. Sorry. Just a little jumpy, I guess.”
Wade fell to the ground again. Jack looked around to find the source of the sound.
“Was that a gun?” Jack asked.
Wade, without responding, ran back to the car and jumped in. He climbed over to the driver’s seat.
“Wade?” Jack asked, slowly walking to the vehicle.
“Come with me if you want to live!” Wade screamed, turning the key in the ignition as it fired back to life.
Jack looked around wildly, starting to realize that he may, actually, be hearing gunfire. At the corner of a nearby building, he saw a man in tall black hat, wearing a three piece suit, holding what appeared to be a rather large pistol, pointed directly at Jack.