Evade in High Speed

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11:15am
Marina, Lagos

The News chopper hovered over the skyline of Marina on Lagos Island taking on the mad scene playing itself out on the roads and streets below. There were about a dozen cop cars chasing down a lone Ferrari sports car. The driver of the Ferrari, a serial car-jacker and a brilliant stunts driver, took a hard right, accelerated and put further distance between himself and the police. He had just hijacked the car of a music celebrity on Tinubu square but unknown to him, the police were on patrol at the place, at the time.

So, here he was, whipping through the streets of Lagos trying to evade the cops. He saw a cop car ahead with the intention to intercept him, he turned the Ferrari on a smooth 360 and went back the way he came. The cop car followed with more joining it. The Ferrari drove into an intersection, missed a Truck by a half inch, swerved quickly away from an oncoming vehicle, changed lane and floored his accelerator leaving behind him chaos and a cacophony of noise from angry and frightened drivers and pedestrians. The cops couldn't keep up.

He was planning his escape without having to loose the car. A ride like this would cost a fortune and he couldn't afford not to make that much money. His real problem was the damn chopper up above. Loosing it would be a task and Lagos didn't exactly have an underground tunnel you could drive into. He really didn't have much to plan with. At least, he didn't have to deal with traffic, just yet. Given the  hour of the day, most Lagosians were already at their nine to five, less cars on the road.

He saw the Third Mainland Bridge up ahead and decided to take it. He felt the best plan for him would be to get off the Island and get on the Mainland, that way he could escape into Ogun state. He got on the bridge as more police cars gave chase. He saw that the news chopper had been joined by a police one. More problems!

The Third Mainland Bridge was thankfully clear of traffic at this hour. The driver milked the speed of the Ferrari for all it was worth. He could hear the sirens of the police cars not too far behind. The police chopper dove closer to him from above. Would they risk a shot at him? He didn't think so. Over on the other lane, cars were slowing down trying to see a piece of the live action- his action.

He kept going, praying for a break, the cops hot on his tail. Thank God it was a sports car and not one of those dumb cars with little speed to spare. He was doing more than a hundred and pushing it. He was beginning to panic too. He could feel himself sweat despite the Harmattan. He felt his hand slip off the steering then he felt himself spinning as he lost control of the vehicle. Everything became a blur. He felt the car smash into the side of the bridge and his head breaking the driver's window. He felt pain everywhere as the police cars begin to close in. Just before he passed out, he vaguely remembered he forgot to have breakfast and wondered if that would ever be possible again.

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