Our attention averted back to the car. "Whats up Bro? What are we gonna do? You want it or not?"
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and clutched the screwdriver that was between my legs. "Watch my back; once Im in, follow me."
Trip took the pistol that was in his lap off safety and said, "You know I got your back." I put the screwdriver in my back pocket as I got out of the car. Trip climbed over to the drivers seat, started the engine, and moved closer as he watched me go for the car.
I was fully prepared to pop the back vent window to unlock the doors, but experience had taught me to look first to see if the doors were unlocked. The passenger door was unlocked. "Too easy", I murmured to myself when I opened the door and there was no alarm. With confidence that Trip had me covered, I slipped behind the wheel and began to break the column casing. The rush was tremendous as I popped the clip that protected the neutral safety switch. Within seconds I was exiting the parking lot, calm as though the car belonged to me.
Trip followed close behind. Preoccupied with checking out the interior of the car, I looked up and noticed that the traffic light had turned from amber to red. I hit the breaks and felt something roll out from under the seat and hit my foot. I also thought I heard something move in the trunk. I looked down but saw nothing, so I began to feel for it. Feeling the gun, I picked it up. As I inspected the .22 caliber pistol I became curious as to what else might be in the car. I placed the gun in the passenger seat. Judging from the interior, and the way the car got positive traction every time I mashed the gas, I figured that the car probably belonged to a cop at one time, or maybe it still does. This made me more eager to check the contents of the car. As the light turned green, I motioned to my brother to get into the next lane in order to stop at the gas station just ahead so we could check the car out. Things didnt feel right. I pulled in and parked near the air pump. Trip had gotten three cars behind because of traffic as he tried to enter the right lane. The plan was to go straight out south. Trip couldnt figure out why I wanted to stop. Before I could open the glove box to pop the trunk, K.C.P.D. raced into the parking lot and surrounded me. I was blocked in. Above me, I heard a helicopter and a voice from an officer using a bullhorn commanding, "Put both hands on the steering wheel!" Without hesitating, I did as I was told. I had no choice. There were guns pointed at me from every direction. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the pistol in the seat and whispered "Jesus!" Any attempt to hide it could cost me my life and I knew that.
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