Wade Can’t Drive Eighty-Eight
Jack leaped into the vehicle and Wade peeled out before Jack was even able to shut the door behind him.
“What the hell was that?” Jack asked as he struggled to pull the door closed while also latching his seat belt.
“I don’t know,” Wade said, his big grin returning as he pressed the pedal to the floor and the speed slowly crept up to 60.
“What do you mean you don’t know? Someone was shooting at us!”
“Yeah,” Wade replied, his focus switching rapidly between the speed gauge and the road ahead. The needle seemed to struggle as it approached 70 miles per hour.
“And you don’t know why?”
“Nope,” he turned hard to the right as the road ended in a T. A look of disappointment crossed his face at the loss of speed, back down to 45 mph.
“You think it was the guy who owns this car?”
“Maybe, I didn’t stop to ask.”
“Dude, we have to ditch the car. If someone’s shooting at us over it, we can’t say here. Hell, we might even have to leave town.”
“You know what the best way to leave town is?” A slight giggle escaped from Wade as the needle passed 70.
“Wade, I’m serious here. Grand theft auto is nothing to laugh about!”
“I know, I know. But have you taken a second to look behind us?”
Jack looked over his shoulder and saw a large train barreling down the road toward them.
“What the hell is that?” Jack screamed.
“Looks like a train to me,” Wade replied, his face straining with the car as it struggled to reach 75 miles per hour.
“I know it’s a damned train, but what is a damned train doing driving down the road at us?”
“I haven’t checked the train schedules or anything, but if I had to guess, it’s trying to catch us.”
“A train?!” Jack screamed louder.
“Would it be better if it were a motorcycle?” Wade said as he inwardly cheered the car surpassing 80.
A few gun shots rang out through the air. Jack yelped and lowered himself in his seat.
“What’s the plan here, Wade?”
“The plan is to get out of here. To find that butcher guy.”
“Time travel again? You’ve got problems, Wade. We’re being chased by a damned train and you’re still talking about time travel?”
“We’re being chased by a train, a train which seems to be keeping up with us pretty well at 85 miles per hour, and you think time travel is the problem here?”
Another three shots sounded and the DeLorean began wobbling wildly.
“Shit!” Wade yelped. “They shot out one of the tires.” He leaned forward in an effort to will the vehicle to go faster, but the needle on the speed gauge was dropping rapidly, until the car suddenly lurched forward at the impact of the train behind them.
“Wade!” Jack screamed as Wade struggled with the steering wheel to keep the car moving ahead.
“What do you want me to do, Jack?”
“I don’t have anything left to do. Why don’t you try pushing some buttons and see if they might do something?”
“What, you think this thing is going to shoot out and oil spill or something to take out the train?”
“There are a billion buttons on this thing, if any of them can do anything to help us, you had better start flipping them!”
Jack considered his brother’s sentiment briefly before pressing every button and flipping every switch he could find.
“What about this big red button?” Jack asked.
“Sure, whatever, just push it already!”
“But it’s a big red button, aren’t those suppo—“
“Push it!” Wade screamed as more gun fire sounded.
Jack pressed the button and the DeLorean again leaped forward down the road. Jack looked over his shoulder and saw a large blast of flame escaping from the rear of the car.
“Is that a freakin’ rocket?” Jack screamed in surprise.
“I don’t care what it is,” Wade answered, a smile again crossing his face as the speed gauge quickly noted their arrival at the 88 mph he had been struggling for. “It’s working!”
Three bright flashes of light blinded them before the night sky gave way to a bright sunny day. Wade slammed on the brakes, causing the two of them to pull against their seat belts and still almost hit the front dash of the car, but managed to stop the car just in time to avoid the large tree which had suddenly appeared in their path.
“What the hell?” Jack asked through labored breaths.
“It worked!” Wade screamed and jumped out of the car.
As he landed on the ground, three men with guns appeared around him, all pointing their weapons directly in Wade’s face.
“You’re just in time, Mr. Skeeler. The Butcher’s been waiting for you.”