Escape
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Driving through the Swiss Alps
Turn speed up turn again slow down hair pin turn turn.
It was one of the best driving roads ever. In the whole world!
Brom couldn't enjoy it, even though he was a huge car fan, even though he was driving a very fast car.
He was running. His family didn't understand him, they where almost completely blind to his needs.
Of the big players in Switzerland his family was at the top. They owned the bank of Switzerland and as such when they found out he had made a run to break from the mold, to be himself they had sent every possible person at their disposal including the police there massive assault of private guards and even the military. All sent to stop him, bring him in, sit him down and lock him up as so he would never do something stupid as run ever again
His goal was simple; there was no place for him in his home country any more. Most likely in the whole of Europe, so he grabbed all that he could, Laptop, iPhone, about a week's worth of clothing and just under 100K cash. He had wired just over 40 million from his personal account in Zurich to an American account with CiTi bank. "Try to get my cash there fuckers" he whispered under his breath. It felt good to burn his family, fuck them he thought. With the cash I have I can make a new home anywhere in the world, preferably somewhere they can't get me though he thought. One that would accept him for who he was!
Brom being raised by the hierarchy of the Swiss had been taught to speak fluently in almost every language on the face of the earth. One of those weird places that you really need to speak at least twenty five languages.
He could here sirens now and realized he would have to really push it if he wanted to get to the Italian border. It was only a few more miles left but the low fuel light had already come up on his car. Shit he thought. Most of the vehicles in the garage would have made it no problem but the DBS he was driving now, he didn't know about. That big engine it just went through so much gas. It put his dads Bugatti to shame.
He knew he wouldn't have enough time to stop at any gas station before the border. But if he made it the people following him army police guards, whoever would be out of jurisdiction and would have to stop.
As he crept up the final hill before the border he began to feel the tank gag on fumes.
"Come on Just a Few More FEET" Brom yelled at the car.
A single tear rolled down his muzzle "Please" he was begging the car now. Begging it to perform an act that it simply couldn't do and as he reached the peak of the mountainous hill the car conked out.
Brom jumped out the side just in time to see a helicopter fly over the hill "Stop now with your hands up"
"Fuck you" Brom screamed at the chopper. He knew they couldn't here him but all the same he wanted his anger to somehow hurt them.
As he turned to see a long line of police cars making their way up the hill, Brom in a desperate move began to push the heavy Aston Martin, in hopes it would crest the hill and he could coast down across the Italian border.
"Stop Now or We Will Be Forced to Shoot" Brom pushed on now only inches to where the car would start to fall down the hill.
Rounds of bullets rang out missing Brom by just mere feet.
Funny he thought to himself I guess they want me back bad, alive or in a body bag at this rate.
Just as the fist car reached the top he jumped in and began to roll down the hill. In Italy before any of them could catch up to him.
His chest lifted "I'm free, I'm a free wolf" he quietly said under his breath. Then opening the window for the world to hear he shouted out "Fuck Yah"
He noticed a gas station as he began to approach the mid level of the hill.
He pulled into the station and filled up the shiny sports car with ultra. After paying for the gas he fired up the engine and began to think. Where am I going to go now? In a matter of hours Italy wouldn't be safe. He didn't want to back track to Spain France or Germany nor did he want to go as far as Rome. In the far distance he could just make out the small town of Como. He knew he could make Milan by night fall. However staying there would be a bad move he might find himself found by daybreak.
That left Brom with flight as his last option. But where would he go Australia Asia UK? No none of those would do. USA was his best option they were always open for one more fighter.
Quickly he picked up his phone calling Milan international airport as he pulled out of the lot.
"Hello Milan international" "yes I would like to book an emergency charter" "where will we be flying" "um LA, LAX" "And what time will we be departing" "Before night fall!"
"Sir we don't have very much under such short notice" "well I have cash and need to transport a car if that helps"
"Oh for that you will need a 747.... Hmm we should be able to arrange a private 747 by night fall. It won't come cheap though. We will be looking in and around 10K for one way"
"That's fine just get it done I will be driving a black Aston Martin license plate #DBSSS#1"
"Very good just drive it to the valet and we will load it into your jet" "thank you so much"
"Looking forward to having you fly with us"
The drive to Milan was uneventful. Brom only stopped once to pick up food on the outskirts of the city. It wasn't beluga caviar and platinum Petron but it was filling.
It was amazing how all the Italians ate was pizza and pasta. Those two dishes seemed to make up 98% of their diet. It was all variations of both of these dishes that made things diverse; any one bistro would have between sixty and seventy different varieties of both. It almost made up for the fact that 363 of 365 days in the year that they would eat only two dishes. Brom was curious to what LA food would be like. He had heard rumblings there was a whole obsession with health food.
It still boggled his mind that just hours ago he was being chased for his life and now was thinking of food. Funny how that works.
As he pulled up to valet at Milan International AirPort he became exited at the thought of his new life. One of the porters grabbed the few belongings from his past life and they walked through the terminal and right through onto the runway. A gorgeous 747 being loaded with his Aston martin awaited. The interior was wonderfully equipped. Burl walnut flat panel TV's bar and other luxurious amenities.
A bright orange fox air attendant walked up to Brom "Your total comes to $10,511"
Brom grabbed over to his bag and peeled out eleven one thousand dollar bills "keep the change as tip"
"Thank you sir" the attendant mentioned I can personally make sure we take good care of you stroking his lap now.
"Not that I don't appreciate the gesture but you're not my type" "Innocent?" "Female, Sorta the whole reason why I'm heading to LA"
"Oh sorry sir. Thank you for the extra tip then"
After the car was loaded onto the plane Brom could hear the plane lurch into motion and feel himself begin to move. As they began to take of Brom pulled out his Macbook Air and began to search for property in Santa Barbra.
Part two on the way!