Chapter 15: Gotta Get Away, Got To Make A Dash

"JAKE WHAT HAPPENED!" Ricky yelled, turning his head back to see five cop cars whip around the corner before chasing them down the streets of brooklyn at this very second.

"NOTHING-"

"EDDY!" Ricky turned to the side and grabbed Edward's collar, yanking him towards him as the others were staring daggers at him as bullets of sweat flew down their foreheads.

"DETECTIVE ALBERT CAME TO SEE DOLLY AND THEN HE NOTICED US AND-"

"EDDY!" Ricky yelled again, seeing Edward look away in shame knowing he was lying.

"WE MADE A BET, BUT I WAS TOO CHEAP TO ADMIT THAT YOU BAGGED DOLLY!" Edward confessed as Ricky's face palmed along with Jake.

"WHY DID YOU TELL HIM!" Jake reprimanded Edward while Rocco rolled down the window while cocking his gun.

"PULL OVER!" The cops yelled as Albert led the charge against the Cadillac while Ricky' face dropped.

"We should pull over they don't got nothing on us-"

"It doesn't matter, they always find a charge to stick us with." Ricky answered Edward while looking at the cop cars though they didn't start shooting at them which is good.

"Jake, can you lose them?" Ricky asked though Jake grimaced as he suddenly swerved the car to the right and around a corner.

 "The cop cars, maybe, but not Detective Albert." Jake guessed that although their car was faster than a regular cop car, Al's car wasn't a standard issue squad car and was much faster. 

"I got a plan but we might wreck the car-.....and we might die." Ricky suddenly spoke as the three of them had dead pained expressions.

"You know what, f*ck it, what do you have in mind Slick?" Jake usually was the voice of reason but in this moment, he decided to trust Ricky.

"Drive to the old cricket bridge-MAKE A RIGHT!" Ricky suddenly yelled as Jake jerked the steering wheel to the right as the two of Edward and Rocco were slammed to the left.

"That bridge is missing the middle-"

"I know, just trust me." Ricky looked at Edward who wanted to say something but gulp before nodding in affirmation.

Meanwhile at Italiano's,

*BAM*

"LUCKY IT'S SLICK!" Meyer barged into Lucky's office as the notorious mobster sighed.

"What did he do this time-"

"IT'S THE COPS, THEY'RE AFTER HIM!" Meyer yelled which made Lucky bolt to his feet as he grabbed the coat hanging on his chair.

"What did he do?" Lucky followed Meyer out, assuming that he had simply beaten the living crap out of someone.

"It's serious this time Lucky, they're trying to stick bogus charges on him." Meyer informed Lucky who let out a ugly scowl as he arrived at the lobby of Italiano's to see his family gathered.

"So the cops are finally making their move." Lucky grimaced though instead of Ricky, he thought they would go after him.

"FAN OUT, WE HAVE TO GET TO THOSE BOYS BEFORE THOSE COPPERS DO!"

"YES BOSS!"

Meanwhile, on the other side of Brooklyn, a Cadillac was speeding down a dirt road with a Ford Model A in hot pursuit. They swerved left and right, the chase intensifying with each twist and turn.

"Slick what's the plan, SLICK!" Rocco kept tapping on Ricky's shoulder as he had his eyes closed.

"Jake, I need you to tell me at the exact moment where we are about to cross the broken part of the bridge." Ricky informed Jake who nodded urgently while zoning in on the upcoming bridge as Albert's eyes widened.

"DON'T BE IDIOTS!" Albert yelled out his window though even if those four could hear him they wouldn't listen.

Albert had always planned to make his move and when he saw those four kids, he knew that Ricky had to be with them.

All he wanted was to set these kids up with a bogus charge to draw out Lucky, slowing down the operation. 

However, it didn't mean he wanted to get them killed.

"STOP!" Albert screamed but the Cadillac only seemed to speed up while rushing towards the bridge as Albert gritted his teeth.

"DAMMIT!" Albert slammed his foot on the brake right at the entrance of the bridge as the Cadillac entered the rickety bridge.

"NOW SLICK!" Jake yelled as Ricky gritted his teeth as he imagined an invisible rectangle around himself and the car.

A forcefield began to materialize around Ricky, its shimmering edges slowly forming into a precise rectangular shape. 

As it solidified, the barrier extended outward, enveloping not only Ricky but also stretching to encompass the entire length of the car as the wheel's of the Cadillac trailed across it.

"Urgh." Ricky grunted, feeling the weight of the car pressing down on his mind but despite this, he gritted his teeth and continued on, while Albert and the rest of them widened their eyes in response.

"What in god's name?" Albert whispered in shock as his eyes became incredulous as they picked up on the car seemingly driving on air before reaching the other side of the bridge.

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"SLICK YOUR CRAZY, CRAZY!"

"WE'RE ALIVE!"

The three of them screamed as Ricky released the force field, leaning back in the chair as beads of sweat trailed down his forehead. 

They all patted Ricky's shoulder, letting out relieved laughs as Jake drove the car into a safe area.

"Lucky they escaped!" Meyer let out a relieved cry after hearing from his one-way police radio.

Until 1933, police radios were only capable of one-way communication, allowing the department to send messages to their officers but not receive any in return which allowed for an easier way to obtain information by other forces. 

After Albert failed to catch the speeding car, he walked and drove back to the department to issue orders to locate the car on the other side of the bridge.

"Head to the mansion then Meyer." Lucky quickly said as their car made a quick u-turn.

Riding back, Lucky anxiously tapped the dashboard before the car made its way into the driveway.

Grabbing his cane, Lucky rushed into the mansion and upon opening the door he saw four people chugging alcohol like no tomorrow.

"AHHHHH~ THE TASTE OF FREEDOM!" Ricky cried out as he held up the bottle of rum as the three of Jake, Edward, and Rocco cheered.

*Sigh*

"And here I was worried about him." Lucky face palmed as Meyer and Frank patted each side of his shoulder.

"Look on the bright side, at least the boys are okay." Frank smirked while walking forward to join in the festivities.

"Wait, is that my good rum!" Lucky scrunched his eyebrows and pointed his cane at Ricky who just drank the last drop.

Silence ensued as the fuming Lucky gazed viciously at Ricky who looked around only to then gaze back at his father.

"No?"

"YOU F*CKER!"

Later that day,

News that would ever shake up the rum running scene arrived on the doorsteps at every doorstep of anything attached to the federal government including the Brooklyn P.D.

Albert, who was drowning in failure, gazed at the news recently reported after some of his men found the cadillac.

As Albert assumed, the car was trashed and burned before a random paid off civilian took the pin for the reckless driving APB.

Now the only thing that would be left was to bide his time before trying to make another try.

Until a present arrived on his desk.

"Is this true!" Albert jumped to his feet as he gazed at his fellow detective who smiled in agreement.

"Chief, CHIEF!" Albert rang to the Chief's office as the old man sighed, seeing his door get busted open.

"IS THIS TRUE!" Albert slammed the paper onto the desk of the tired Chief who simply wanted to go home to eat his wife's cooking.

"Yes Detective Al-"

"Let me set up the taskforce!" Albert interrupted the Chief who let out an annoyed sigh.

"For what?" Chief scrunched his eyebrows as ALbert smiled widely.

"Because once the prohibition ends, the Luciano family will surely be scrambling to make up profits, this is the perfect time to strike-"

"Why won't you let this go? Is this because of Sammy?" Chief Johnston had a sad expression as Albert froze.

"I know what I saw that day, Chief." Albert's face was serious only for the Chief to reach down and open his drawer.

"I think it's time for you to see this." Chief Johnston took out a folder and set it in front of Albert.

Albert hesitated after seeing 'Sammy Henderson' on the front but eventually took the folder before immediately slamming it back on the desk upon reading the first line.

"SAMMY WOULDN-"

"THAT'S ENOUGH OUT OF YOU DETECTIVE, DO YOU WANT TO LOSE YOUR BADGE!" Chief Jonhston stood up and pointed at Albert who flinched while ducking his head.

"I'VE BEEN PATIENT, I'VE SUPPORTED ALL YOUR VENTURES WITH THE LUCIANO FAMILY, AND WHAT DO I GET FOR IT ALL, DISRESPECT!" Chief Johnston pointed at Albert who couldn't refute his words.

"YOUR BACKING DOWN FROM THE LUCIANO FAMILY FOR THE TIME BEING AND THAT'S NOT MY ADVICE, THAT'S AN ORDER!" Chief Johnston screeched at Albert who gazed up in horror.

"But Chief-"

"GET OUT OR LEAVE YOUR BADGE AT THE DOOR BECAUSE YOU'LL HAVE TO GET OUTTA MY SIGHT EITHER WAY!" Chief Johnston ordered as Albert hesitated for a while but took the file before leaving, with his badge.

*Sigh*

Chief Johnston collapsed back onto his chair, gazing at Albert's parting back while shaking his head.

"Such a good kid, good noggin on him." Chief Johnston sighed once more while reaching for his phone.

"It's a shame that he's gonna get himself killed." Chief Johnston dialed a certain number on the phone.

*Click*

"What." Lucky's voice sounded on the other side of the phone as Chief Johnston adjusted his collar.

"Mr. Luciano, word from D.C has arrived that they will repeal the prohibition." Chief Johnston dabbed his forehead intently as he heard a ragged breath.

"How far along is it?" Lucky asked as Chief Johnston went through his notes to find a paper.

"It is at the proposal stage but they are saying that it could be repealed as early as next year." Chief Johnston whispered as Lucky clicked his tongue.

"Inform me of any word you get from this, understood?" Lucky commanded as Chief Johnston nodded.

"Yes, of course." Chief Johnston hurriedly spoke while dabbing his forehead again.

"Have you done what I asked about Detective Albert?" Lucky asked with a deadly tone, making Chief Johnston pale from the mere tone.

"Y-Yes, I gave him the folder." Chief Johnston replied eagerly while revealing it to be a ploy of Lucky.

"Chief, don't you think it would be best to clean up the station a little?" Lucky seemingly asked without asking as Chief's eyes closed.

"O-Of course." Chief Johnston let out a dejected agreement as Lucky chucked on the other end.

"And Mr. Luciano about getting me the judgeship?" Chief Johnston hurriedly asked as the mobster cracked up.

"You'll get it once I get Albert and all his close friends' heads." Lucky informed Chief Johnston who ducked his head.

"What do you need me to do?"