Halfeb looked at the line up of cars. He stopped dead and looked at them. "I hope no one has a weak constitution." He said as he suddenly flung it into reverse and headed for the construction site nearby. "Keep down!" He yelled as bullets flew into the car. He broke the barrier of the construction site as the black cars chased after him. He then came to a stop as he saw black cars infront and behind him. He smiled. "Here's a little trick some country boys taught me. Its called, painting the fence." He told them as he hit the breaks and the gas and the wheels spun like a burn out, making rocks and gravel fling up onto the bacl cars, going through thier windshields like a hot knife through butter. Kicking up dirt and dust as he span the car around, hitting them all and showering them with gravel, at the same time, making a nice dirt cloud to surround them. He suddenly stopped and took his foot off the break, making the car shoot forward into the construction building and into and elevator, which leaned out and pressed the roof. The doors closed before the dirt settled. He turned off the car so they wouldn't all die from carbon minoxide poisoning. "Now, Raph, I believe you asked where we are going. There's a doc and stuff at my place we can grab. No more then 10 minutes. After that, I know a commune where we can lay low for a while. Most of the people who live there are gifted in one way or another." He reached for his glove box and pulled out a white t-shirt which he bundled up and gave to Emily. "Keep pressure on that. And whatever you do, don't got to sleep." He told her.
The doors opened, to many supprised contruction workers. The car roared. There was a parking lot across the street. He revved the engine. "Hold into your hats." He said as he flawed it sending the car speeding across the roof, off of it and it flew and dropped about 3 stories before crashing into the parking lot next door. He spent no time to stop and make sure the car was alright and raced out of the parking lot, he looked in his mirror, the black cars, very badly damaged by the stones, were still in hot pursuit.