Blackjack clung to the back swoop of the truck as it sped furiously down the highway, narrowly avoiding collision by miracles much less than inches. He turned and pressed his back flat against the truck's cargo door, his eyes falling upon the huge armada of police cars racing towards them.<br/>"Smokey on our tail!" He shouted, banging the side of the truck to get the driver's attention and telling him to speed up.<br/><br/>Blackjack waited while the police started to close the distance. He wasn't worried, even though the Duke of Diamonds and his daughter were leading the convoy. They'd be able to make it out of this, most of the time they did.<br/><br/>He pulled his handgun from the holster underneath his coat and kept it steady in his hand. He weighed it to check if it had any rounds in it and once satisfied, he pulled back the hammer to load a round into the chamber. His free hand was in the air, directing the rear patrol car to come closer.<br/><br/>It was a new Mercedes, courtesy of the Four Aces but since it was new, it hadn't been lined with bulletproof metal or glass and wasn't so much prepared for a battle with the cops. For now, it was able to out-drive any cop car. Against armed officers though, it wouldn't stand a chance.<br/><br/>He couldn't see the driver but for all he knew, they were good enough to pull up to the rear of a truck that was over four times its size and fifty times its weight. The car came close enough for Blackjack to simply step onto the bonnet and crouch down once shots were being fired from their rear. He could even the roaring sound of chopper joining in on the chase. He leaned over and opened the door to the passenger side and he jumped onto it, using the metal to protect himself from the gunfire.<br/><br/>He looked at the driver who was shouting something at him but his words stopped as bullets flew through the rear windscreen pelted the driver through the car seat. The car was out of control and all that was left for him to do was jump off the car. As he landed and rolled between cars, the Merc crashed into several cars before it collided with the railing on the side of the highway, Blackjack was pretty sure the dead driver flew through the windscreen and into the sea below.<br/><br/>He had no choice but to take out his other handgun and fire at the cops while he waited for another car, more suited for a warzone, to pull up beside him.