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clear to him now, what he had to do.
Removing her from the hospital would be next to impossible, he would be caught
and arrested before he had gotten anywhere near the exit. The only option he
had was to intercept the hearse carrying his mother’s body, take her and drive
to the Whayani reservation straight away.
    He would have no time for delay. The police, and
possibly his father’s goons, would be after him once they discovered what he
had done.
    He smiled grimly.   Just let them try .
    Chris spent the rest of the day making preparations
for the rescue of his mother’s body. He first plotted a series of ‘strike’
points, or areas where he could rob the hearse without attracting too much
attention. After that, he purchased a pellet gun that resembled the real thing
and went home where he packed his things for the long journey to the Whayani reservation the next day. That night, sleep eluded
him, so instead he went over the operation again and again until every step of
the way was perfectly imprinted upon his memory.
    As he left the apartment that morning, two hours
before the hearse was due to leave the hospital, he said a silent goodbye to
the home he had shared with his mother for so long.
    He knew he might never return.
    A single tear rolled down his face as he started the
car and drove away slowly, a gloominess clouding his spirit as he left his old
life behind.
    Chris watched as the hearse left the hospital and
took a left, just as he thought it would, before starting his engine and
pulling out into the light traffic to follow it. The journey was only a short
one so he would have to be quick, otherwise he would miss his opportunity. He
allowed the hearse to pass by the first two strike points – but not because the
traffic was too thick or there were too many people around. He was simply too
afraid to take that first step.
    Once he had taken it, there was no turning back.
    At the third strike point, a quiet little stretch of
road just on the edge of a residential area, Chris finally broke through his fear.
Seeing the hearse slow down for a traffic light just ahead, a cold chill ran
through his body as he slammed his foot down and braced himself for the impact.
    Chris’ much smaller car plowed into the back of the
large black hearse with a smash of grinding metal and shattered glass, throwing
Chris forward in his seat. Just as he had planned, the driver of the hearse got
out and began to approach his car, a look of anger on his face, ready to unload
his fury. Chris took off his seatbelt, pulled a black bandana up over his face
and drew his pellet gun before stepping out of the car to meet the fast
approaching man.
    “What the hell do you th … ”
    The man saw the gun and froze, momentarily
paralyzed, and Chris knew he didn’t have long. He had to act quickly. In one
fluid motion, Chris pocketed the pellet gun, grabbed the man and swung his
fist, catching the guy square in the temple.
    The driver crumpled to the pavement, unconscious,
but Chris grabbed hold of him and made sure the fall didn’t cause any more
damage than his fist already had. He dragged the man to the side of the road
before quickly opening the back of the hearse and dragging his mother’s coffin
out into the road.
    Seconds had passed since the accident.  Perhaps only twenty or thirty of them.
    Checking the road for other cars, Chris saw that he
was still clear for the moment, but it wouldn’t be long before he was spotted.
He ran to his car, grabbed his mother’s blanket and returned to the
coffin.  He removed his mother’s cold, lifeless body and as he wrapped her
in the blanket, he tried not to look at her.  It was hard and the smell of
death clung to her, causing him to gag several times before he ,
at last, managed to drag her to his car and gently place her into the trunk.
    By this point, nearly two minutes had passed and he
saw cars approaching.
    Chris leapt into his damaged vehicle and sped off
down a side street, heading for