Rollins and Jackson swerved through the streets. The man had snagged a motorcycle for himself and dropped everything he had. He had completely noticed he was being pursued. Jackson ducked as the man pulled a gun firing back twice forcing Rollins and Jackson to split into street alley ways.

Rollins stayed on his tail. "He's going to the highway!", said Rollins making a sharp turn at the local round about going onto the exit which lead towards the merging lane. Jackson had caught up now behind Rollins. Cars honked and hit their brakes as they both sped passed and around them.

Anderson glanced back at the officers with their sirens on. Lawrence looked up, "Shoot! We've got ariel pursuit too", he said.

"Christ, M-I6 is going to kill me", muttered Anderson taking out his phone and pressed speed dial.

The usual ring tone came as he waited. "There goes Louis", said James seeing the white car shoot past them.

Anderson sped up seeing the large unauthorized truck go after them. The law enforcement split and radioed for back up and support.

Someone else picked up. "Hello?", asked a small voice. It was the voice of a child. One of M-I6's sons.

Anderson clenched his teeth managing a kind tone faking it well adding the smile, "Hello, this is Anderson I'm looking for Mathew George, I'm a co-worker of his", said Anderson.

"More like employee", muttered Jane May. Anderson glared back at her annoyed by that comment.

"Daddy, daddy someone wants to talk to you", said the child through the phone.

"Hello this is-",

"Hello sir", said Anderson swerving passing one car.

M-I6 sighed glancing back at his boy who stared wanting to listen, "I'm not going to like this am I?", asked M-I6.

"Oh it shouldn't be too hard, I simply need federal files to be created for us all. Our original idea has gone sour and I'm in a bit of a tight spot", said Anderson truthfully.

"I'm not even going to argue until you get back, bloody hell....I'll have it ready", sighed M-I6 hanging up.

"Well, it could have been worse", said Anderson to himself.

Anderson tossed his phone speeding forward getting beside Louis. "Jackson how much longer?", asked Anderson.

"Heck! You were the one who said get him somewhere out of the open!", yelled Jackson

"Change of plans, get rid of him, I'll by you as much time as I can", said Anderson.

Rollins looked up at a bridge as he crossed under. The highway was shutting down and people were getting off. He turned looking back to see officers with snipers on the bridge getting ready. He looked to see Anderson and Louis driving in the distance still in pursuit.

"You've got cops on the bridge!", said Rollins.

Anderson grumbled. He glanced back once more at the large pursuers and the military truck still firing. Marco was taking shots but no luck. "Louis follow my lead", said Anderson.

"No, no, no, not happening", replied Louis.

"Marco", said Anderson who smiled hearing Louis curse as he was hit upside the head again a second time. Louis decided too eyeing Anderson as they were side by side with one lane between them. They closed in on the bridge and Anderson began to speed up.

Louis did as well but raised his eyebrows as the bridge got closer, "What the hell are you doing?!", yelled Marco.

"Following the crazy nut jobs lead!", snapped Louis.

Anderson chuckled smirking. Jane May jolted to the side as Anderson changed gears and turned the wheel going around Louis who at the last second turned around crossing in front of Anderson and they shot passed the police and the military truck just as the sniper fired hitting the tire of the military truck. Louis looked back hearing the military truck crash.

The police hit their brakes turning and shouting their lights blaring still. They demanded that Anderson and Louis pull over. "Bloody hell Rollins get it done", muttered Anderson under his breath.

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The man on the motorcycle looked back eyeing Rollins and Jackson as they were gaining on him. He fired again. His heart was pounding. Jackson sped up tilting around and under the shot grazing the cement ground moving up beside the man and pulled his pistol firing at the frightened man.

Rollins slowed turning around as Jackson came back towards him. Rollins waited and Jackson slowed coming to a halt beside him.

"We're finished Anderson", said Jackson simply.

"Fine, we're pulling over, just comply, don't say anything", ordered Anderson.

Jackson turned hearing sirens of cars and they came from both sides. Jackson sighed pulling off his helmet and got off setting it down. Untucked his pistol dropping it. Rollins and him raised their hands as the officers pointed their pistols.

"Get down on the ground!", yelled an officer in rugged English. Jackson and Rollins didn't catch it very well, "What?", asked Jackson.

A man stepped out of the car. He looked more European. No doubt called by M-I6.

"Get down on the ground gentlemen, hands on your heads", warned the man staring at them.

Jackson and Rollins did as they were told the officers rushing over pinning them down aggressively cuffing them and shoved them into the car angrily muttering and cursing. The same was occurring on Anderson's side and he utterly hated it. But the situation called for nothing else. He didn't want to shoot innocent officers who were just doing their job.