Me and two other guys had raided a Meth house that she was supposed to be in. She wasn't. She had slipped out when a coal train parked for about 30 minutes between us and the house. (I didn't know we were near a switching station when we set up.) <br> <br>The tweekers had all scattered and we were walking around the back yard looking at some vehicles when a pick-up we had been waiting for pulled up and stopped behind our van. <br> <br>I saw the girl we were after on the passenger side. I called out for her to exit and she screamed GO and the guy with her floored it. He was spinning in gravel so I was able to close the distance and jump into the bed at the last second. <br> <br>I honestly figured he would stop! (I've been wrong before.) <br> <br>So he went sailing down the alley, put the truck sideways out onto a street and started swerving hard to try to throw me out. He jumped a set of rail road tracks as I was crawling to the front. The truck bed was full of furniture and crap (Me being the biggest piece). I had to climb over it to get to the cab. <br> <br>He was looking t me in the rearview while this was going on and She was screaming. I couldn't her what she was saying though over the engine and the wind. (It was at that point I realized there was a reason for the custom flames painted over the front fenders and hood.) <br> <br>A pistol pointed through the back window at his head improved his driving remarkably and cut the average breaking distance for a 95' Ford F-150 in half. <br> <br>I'm glad too, because I couldn't figure out how I was going to stop the truck if I shot him. =) <br> <br>Police took him. I claimed dibs on the girl. (I always get the girl! *Cackle*) <br> <br>I'm not going to press charges on the kid though. It turned out it was her 18 year old brother trying to protect her. I can understand that. <br> <br>The agent that wrote the bond said to her, 'I told you I had a guy who could catch anyone!' <br> <br>She said despondently, 'Yeah, but you didn't tell me it was Superman...‘ <br> <br>Fucking laughed for a hundred miles on that one. <br> <br>One of my partners is a Big guy, like 360 lbs. Not fast, not graceful, and he was running back to or van and ran out of breath in front of it. There he kept yelling, (I'm told) 'Go on with out me!' Go on without me! <br> <br>Our Third guy (His first hunt with us) was like 'Then GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY!' <br> <br>They were about a minute behind but did manage to get to me. <br> <br>Yeah, I'm not so much bragging here as I am amazed how that whole thing went down and nobody got killed. That's never happened on a hundred hunts. <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br>