Vox Mentis

>His plan has a glaring hole to it, namingly waving a gun at a cop. You'll end up shot!
>Try to draw attention to the medical emergency you have going on, if he doesn't respond properly to that then he might be compromised.

The cop car is almost right outside your window, nudging and whining like an animal in heat. You question the wisdom of shooting at cops, compromised or otherwise.

Ahead, you see BROKEN HILL 8 and NO ENTRY and QUARANTINE ZONE and DANGER DEATH. Beyond that, on the horizon, twin sets of twinkling lights like early stars. “How badly are you hurt?”

“Badly.” Eliot’s eyes flick to the rear mirror. “Fucking shit Nick you fuck!”

You jerk around. The squad car has slipped lanes and is making a run up the driver’s side. You tumble into the rear of the car. By the time you get upright, the cop car is alongside you. There's a soft thump of contact. The rear of the Valiant begins to slide as if it's on ice. The world spins. You lose your grip on the shotgun. The Valiant performs one complete revolution and Eliot guns the engine and it leaps forward again.

You retrieve the shotgun. The cop car is moving up for a repeat performance, a second round of spin-the-Valiant.