Arthur cinched the saddlebags of his motorcycle closed. He wanted to make sure everything was nice and tight, he was pretty sure that he was going to have to do some crazy driving. New Orleans was a great place to live. And horrible to try and escape from. There were only so many exits from the city. Paved exits. It was easy for a large crew to watch the highways coming into a city. Arthur had done it many times. So any of those routes would be out.
Arthur smiled. It was just as well, he wasn't leaving the city, just relocating. The wasted man-power would make it that much easier for him to avoid notice on surface streets within the city. Arthur checked his security cameras. The brown car was still parked where it had been. Arthur hadn't been inside that long, but one never knew in this business. He liked to be prepared for every situation.
Checking one last time that he had everything, Arthur went over his checklist. Satisfied that he had what he needed, Arthur checked one more time on his security settings. That accomplished, Arthur climbed on his bike, and started it up. The deep rumble coming up between his legs got Arthur's blooding flowing. It was time. He pressed the button on the wall beside him to open his garage door, there was no remote for this, only direct access inside.
Revving up his engine, Arthur rumbled out, the door closing as soon as he passed the last sensor. Rolling around the building, Arthur kept it slowed as he drove right past the brown car, getting a good look at the two men sitting inside. The look of surprise on their faces was priceless as they realized who he was, and the fact that he was going to leave them. As that look of recognition hit them, Arthur pulled back on the throttle and roared down the street. Looking in his mirrors, he could see the car pulling out rapidly behind him. The chase was on. Arthur increased his speed, blowing through a stop sign. It was time for the wild goose chase.
Arthur loved driving his motorcycle. He also liked driving fast. And outsmarting an opponent. Put all three of those together and Arthur was as happy as could be. He roared down streets, making sudden turns and quick acceleration, all the while making sure he didn't outpace the car. Arthur wanted the tail to follow him. Because soon enough, he would turn things around and follow them.
Arthur weaved his way from his office in Mid-City towards Lakeview and City Park. Turning onto Carrolton Ave right before he got to Orleans, Arthur continued north towards City Park. Soon enough, the brown car appeared behind him. "Good," he thought. Ahead, on the side of the road, he could see the white caprice of his team. They were in place. Now to make things interesting. Arthur accelerated rapidly, forcing the brown car to keep pace, he wanted to lose the car now. Assured that the car wasn't going to lose him easily, Arthur gunned the bike to a break neck speed and made a quick turn into city park. The car struggled to keep up with his pace. Arthur roared through the quiet streets of the park, quickly outpacing the car, it was fading faster and faster. Reaching a slight curve in the road, Arthur killed his lights and made a quick veer onto an old golf trail. The moonless night allowed for plenty of shadowy cover underneath the oak and cypress trees. As he took the trail, Arthur flipped a custom switch he had had installed, effectively killing the reverberation of the muffler. His motorcycle made no more noise than a bicycle. Arthur coasted to a stop fifty feet from the road and crouched down.
The car came flying through the curve, desperately trying to catch up. They never even saw him. After they had passed back by, Arthur set about camoflauging his bike and himself. He knew they would be back, tracing their trail looking for just such a subterfuge as he had pulled. But since Arthur didn't know if they had called for back-up or not, he felt it was best to hide and let his team tail them back. Arthur knew they were already on the case and he had absolute confidence in their work. Soon, he would know what was going on. And who was out to get him and why. Maybe it would all start to make sense. Soon.
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