'I gotta think fast,' Sarah thought to herself. Where could she go? The perfect place popped into her head. She could lead them to the junkyard, which wasn't too far away. There would be lots of places where she could easily hide, out-maneuver, capture or killing them, if absolutely necessary.
Sarah looked into the rearview mirror, they were right on her tail. They drove frantically and crazily, like a depressed, drunk lunatic.
BAM! They rammed into the back of Sarah's fancy car. 'Assholes!' That word immediately popped into her head, she was really attached to her beautiful car.
Sarah stayed calm, even though her life could end any second. She knew that if she panicked, all hell would break loose. Sarah eventually led them to her desired location, the junkyard. Quickly, she popped the lid of her glove compartment, grabbing her trusty pistol in the process. She hopped out of her car and jogged quite a distance, hiding behind a rusted car. She knew the men would split up and look for her; at least that is what she was hoping for. She could hear them exiting their car, as she heard the car doors slam loudly.
"Where's that fucking bitch," Sarah heard the older man speak.
"I have no clue Carl," answered Keith. Sarah's ears were delighted because they mentioned his name. If they were to get away, a name was all she'd need to narrow down the selection, she had already seen their faces. It’d be easy to find them and put them where they belong, behind bars.
"Keith, you go left, Moe and myself will head right," instructed the older man. ‘Another name revealed,’ Sarah though to herself. Still, Sarah was kinda worried, she had hoped that all three would split up, but she still didn't think it was anything she couldn't handle.
Sarah could see Carl and Moe heading her way. Her body stiffened, she was as silent as could be.
"She couldn't have gotten too far," mentioned Carl.
"I can't wait for our payoff, they want this girl bad," said Moe in an ignorant manner.
Sarah checked her pistol; it was loaded and ready to fire at anything that posed a threat. She heard the two men's footsteps growing louder and louder, as they came closer. Sarah's natural human reactions starting kicking in, she panicked a little. She pulled out her phone. Luckily it was in silent mode, she called her department.
"I’m in a bad situation here, come to the junkyard on 21st Street," Sarah explained. She hung up, knowing that backup would eventually come.
"I heard someone talking, over there," said Carl, pointing in Sarah's direction. 'Does this guy have the ears of a dog?' Sarah pondered.
The two men moved closer and closer in Sarah's direction.
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