SPIRAL 6--HIGH NOON

2:15pm

I’m straddling my bike going nowhere. The bike is idling facing east on highway 85. The sun is out with the complete absence of clouds. My helmet is off so my sight isn’t obstructed. I close my eyes for a brief moment. Taking a deep breath I savor the fresh air. Knowing I may be living my last free moment I soak in the outside world.

Looking north I see officers and the FBI setting a firm road block about 300 yards away. 250 feet on both sides of the road are officers waiting in off road vehicles. 100 yards or so to the south is a road block already set. The sky holds 1 police chopper. There are a few news choppers circling like buzzards waiting to catch my arrest.

As I look around I weigh my options. 1. If I do nothing I get arrested. I will go to prison and wait for them to execute me. I could appeal and extend my life another possible 10-12 years, but I doubt I will last that long. For the last 10 months I have been hunting abusers and drug addicts, putting them out of society’s misery. For a short time I would be locked up with those same kinds of people until more permanent arrangements can be made. I’m famous…….too famous. My only chance is escape.

"So how is he doc"?

"He hasn't changed yet. I'm afraid there's nothing we can do".

What the hell. What's going on? looking around I still see no one except the officers. Focus.  I must stay focused.

Taking one last look around I see officers advancing from the east and west. With a desperate determination I put my helmet on and start my bike. The way south is too well blocked. The north has been thrown together in haste.

I point the bike north. Staring straight ahead I flip the visor down. The engine revs, the motor roars, the bike takes me to my destiny. Hurling towards the blockade I look for weaknesses to exploit.

200 yards out details are starting to reveal themselves.

150 yards out I glimpse what I’m searching for. 2 police cruisers at a 35-45 degree angle, side by side. There is some space between them, but will it be enough?

100 yards out I veer to the right setting up my approach. At the same time a young officer runs out from behind the trunk of a cruiser. He stops about 20 yards out facing west.

50 yards out my speed has reached a steady 75. The officer starts to move disregarding orders. I cannot veer away if I’m to escape.

35 yards out the officer’s trap is set firm. I will not escape. I might not even survive. My eyes widen and I see every detail. My muscles tighten. My hopes are shattered. My destiny revealed.

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