Entity 128 | ✔️

7/Scheme

Scheme: a clever and often dishonest plan to do or get something

"Shit! Hold on tight!" he shouted before bashing his foot against the gas pedal, jerking the car forward, forcing it to go faster. Speeding down the freeway being chased by a police car, River started devising a plan to get himself, or at least themselves out of their current situation. Basically, he had to find a way of letting the cops arrest them, but turning around it so that they can escape.

"Why are they after us?" she asked him, pulling him out of his daze as well as remind him that she was around, and that his driving was practically like riding a roller-coaster.

He gave himself time to think. "I did something I shouldn't have..." he finally answered. Then he changed the subject. "You know, if we're going to spend a whole lot of time together from now on, I think it would be easier if I knew your name..."

"Isobel. I-S-O-B-E-L," she answered without giving any second thoughts.

"Well, Isobel, I'm River, and I know this may sound crazy, but you're going to have to trust me with your life if you want me to get us out of this..."

She paused a moment. "Alright. I suppose I can confide in you..."

He sighed in relief before taking a sharp turn into a maze of narrow streets, the tires screeching against the cement. "Do you have a cell phone?" he asked.

"Who doesn't carry one?" she asked in return, indirectly telling him 'yes'.

"I need you to throw it out the window right now... You need to—" He didn't even have the time to finish his sentence, for her phone was already flying in the air, only to hit the wall of a building before being run over by a police car.

"Done..."

He zigzagged through the streets, losing a few cars, somehow managing to stay alive. "Take my wristwatch and put it on," he said briskly after a while, not taking his eyes off the road. She did as she was told,reaching over his arms, unhooking the strap and fastening it to her own wrist. "If you pull hard enough on the little knob that controls the hands, a compartment should open up. Inside, there should be two pills. Now, listen, these pills will bring your heart down to approximately 1-3 beats per minute, so, whoever is around you will assume that you're dead. With what I'm planning, you should wake up in about twelve hours, most likely buried or in a morgue."

"Could you be more precise in informing me of your plan?" she asked, checking out the watch.

"If we want to get out of this, we have to let the cops arrest us, then do our best to fake our deaths so that we can run away." He paused. "Hey, if you're scared that something might go wrong, keep in mind that I'm scared too, but we have to trust each other." Another pause. "Don't worry, I'll be there when you wake up. I promise." He was back on the freeway, except this time, there were no cars around.

"As a last resort, your plot seems fantastic, but, if I may ask, how are we supposed to let the officers arrest us?"

He chuckled. "You're jumping out of a car, and you better roll away," he said before unbuckling her seatbelt. "Open your door."

She complied, and in the blink of an eye, she was pushed out of a speeding vehicle. It wasn't long before she was handcuffed, forced into the back of a police car and brought to an investigation room. In the meantime, River had driven the car into a concrete wall, assuring his synchronization with the Cloud.