Hitting the curb, you wheel around, jetting the car down a clear road at some eighty miles an hour. Behind you, tires scream as squad cars pace to catch up. Hitting the brakes, cutting the wheel a quarter turn and dropping into neutral, you swing the back out at ninety degrees, skidding sideways and damn near flipping the car – and back into drive, ninety degrees to your left, you floor it, flying into a narrow alley before the wheels land, and taking the vehicle down against the wall, propelling the car some eighty yards back into an open, rather empty courtyard between several buildings.

 

ONE SHOT! Diving out, you let the car keep going – straight into one of the buildings, plowing down a plate glass window and sending everyone inside into a panic. Between two of the buildings, out into the next street, with a quick glance back and forth… no one nearby. Not even a panhandler. The shops are locked shut on the opposite side of the street, their owners terrified of the fracas you’ve stirred up. Ducking behind a station wagon, you plot your next move. All empty on this side, and time to hotwire while they’re distracted back there.

 

But… at that moment, a police vehicle, sirens off, rolls by, and pauses. “This way!” A voice commands, and feet patter by. The first in plain sight is a lupine – he spots you, his jaw dropping in shock, and his fingers falter for his sidearm, as you plant one shot upside his head. Keeling over, he howls, dropping the pistol, just as his feline partner, a male, leaps into view, hands shaking. He seems a lot younger, and rather apprehensive.

 

“Drop it!” He screeches – the lupine has one paw clamped over a nasty wound, gushing from the side of his scalp, and your weapon is still trained on him…

 

“Sir?” The rookie trembles, his gun shaking with his hands.

 

“I need a doctor!” The lupine howls. In response, you cock the revolver.

 

“No!” The rookie lowers his weapon, losing his nerve… and with that, you snatch up both officer’s pistols, and holster yours. The neko rookie shakes and follows your coaxing, slipping into the squad car. A hostage seems prudent, and as an officer, he might know where you need to go…

 

So… how are you going to do this?