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Austin wheeled the car onto an access rahway Austin weaved in and out, but each tiile bikers stayed with hi ninety, then one hundredin his face

"Where's a traffic cop when you need one?" he yelled

Karla was scrunched down in her seat, trying to avoid the full blast of air

"What?"

"Do you have a cell phone?"

"You want to make a telephone call?" she said in disbelief

"No, I want you to make one Call the state police and tell the chased by a bunch of bikers in Civil War uniforet their attention"

Karla nodded and dug in her pocket for a phone She punched out an eh to the police, she conveyed Austin's e "They say they'll have someone check it out," she said "I'm not sure they believed me"

The bikers werethe car's envelope He should have been dealing with the various controls governing water level, fuel pressure, pilot and other functions, but he was too busy staying on the road

A lanced up and to the side A helicopter was pacing them "That was fast!"

"It's not the police," Karla said "It's a television station traffic helicopter"

The helicopter appeared overhead and easily kept up with the chase Austin frantically scoured his brain for a plan, but he had exhausted all his options The car flew past an off-ralanced in the mirror and saw the bikes slow, then make a turn onto the ramp

"Our friends have deserted us," he said

Karla turned just as the last Rebel soldier turned off the highway "Why?" she said

"Camera shy They don't want to be on the six o'clock news"