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The Paxton Conundrum, part twenty!

After a couple weeks of being sick, Paxton is back! When we last left our intrepid hero, you and Bradley had just escaped from the hospital in a stolen BMW. With the cops on your tail, you know the best thing you can do is get out of town, fast. Because if the cops get their hands on you, not only will you never find out what happened to your sister, but it will be all over for you, as well.


"Where are we heading?" you shout to Bradley, over the velvety roar of the BMW's engine. When there's no reply, you glance to your right, to see that he's passed out again.

Great. Well, given that you've killed at least four cops and seriously maimed a couple more, you should probably get the hell out of town. You can figure out the details later once Bradley's awake.

You hit the accelerator hard and drive like crazy for a few blocks, putting as much distance between you and the hospital as you can, as fast as you can. Once you've gone ten or twelve blocks, though, you ease off, dropping back down around the speed limit. No sense getting pulled over for speeding.

You figure the fastest way out of town will be to take I-84 east, into the Columbia Gorge. You'll pass quickly out of populated areas and be able to lose yourselves in the wilderness, if need be.

You get on the freeway and get in the middle lane, keeping pace with the flow of traffic. You keep checking the rear view mirror for black and whites, or for the flash of emergency lights, but you don't see anything.

Bradley stirs. "Where?" he murmurs.

"We're out of the hospital," you assure him. "We're heading east. I'm getting us out of town."

"No," he mutters. "Airport."

"Are you insane? That's probably the most heavily secured spot in town, to say nothing of the fact that it's the first place they'll look for us. Wherever we're going, we can drive --"

"No!" he snaps, apparently regaining his strength. "We need to be in San Francisco ... tonight ... meeting ... contact ..." His strength flags again.

You do the calculations in your head. It's a twelve-hour drive to San Francisco, minimum, and it's already past eight in the evening. If Bradley has a contact he needs to meet with tonight, driving won't cut it.

And if this meeting concerns finding your sister, then you need to make sure Bradley makes his meeting.

"Fine," you snap. "Fine! How are we going to play this?"

You look over. He's passed out again.


This poll is closed.

How are you going to proceed?

Bradley must have already bought plane tickets. Check at the desks of the major airlines.
He probably arranged for a private jet. Check with the smaller airlines.
Just buy two tickets on the next flight to San Francisco. Maybe the cops haven't given your names to the TSA yet.
Sneak into the airport and steal an aircraft.
Commandeer an aircraft already ready for take-off.



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Jun. 7th, 2011 04:59 pm (UTC)
I didn't vote for commandeering only because we didn't stop for guns! /o\
Jun. 7th, 2011 07:05 pm (UTC)
And you were the one who scoffed at stopping for guns!
Jun. 7th, 2011 07:11 pm (UTC)
Clearly when my sister is actually alive and I find a guy who knows the answers and nearly get him killed several times IT WON'T GO WELL.
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