The sandwich was good, Campy thought but not tuna. The apple too was delicious but not exactly what apples taste like and what looked like a brownie, didn't taste like chocolate at all. It wasn't bad but different. And the air tasted cleaner, the sky brighter, and he felt much lighter, almost as if he was floating.
"Say, Vic."
"Yeah?"
"How do you feel?"
"Really great, Campy. Man what a great day."
"Yeah it is great." Campy had a smile as well and felt the best he had in years.
Everything was fine until they passed someone on the dirt road talking on the phone. When he saw Campy and Vic pass by he yelled at them to stop. The boys didn't but the guy on the phone started to chase them on foot and once he saw there was no way to catch them, drew a pistol.
A shot rang out and bullet flew between Vic and Campy which spurred them on. Before the man could fire again they had rounded a curve and were soon on to the next one.
No one needed to say they had to watch their backs. Both men kept a look out for anything that moved and held close to the edge of the mountain as they climbed on. But all too soon they heard the whir of a helicopter coming up from behind and not long after that shots pumped the earth nearby.
"Zig-zag." Campy yelled and swerved his bike left and right, with Vic doing the maneuver in the opposite way.
It made it difficult for the helicopter to get a good aim but it slowed the two cyclists down. Campy looked ahead, there was a short drop before it started to climb again and in the drop was a grove of trees.
"Vic, follow me and when we get to that grove of trees pull up next to me, jump off your bike and climb that overhead cliff. You'll know what to do."
With that they dived into the grove, stopped and Vic got off his bike. Campy grabbed Vic's bike and kept riding further down in the gorge and then over the side with both bikes. He tried to stay upright as best he could but not far from the road he took a fall with both bikes twisted around him.
Vic, in the meantime, ran to the other side of the road and quickly sprinted up the hillside, as he did, the helicopter dived down toward the gorge. Vic was equal to the helicopter from his vantage point and quickly realized what Campy meant.
Faster than he ran before, Vic climbed higher until the helicopter was now beneath him. It looked too that the copter had lowered itself further looking to see who was in the wreckage of bikes and that was when Vic grabbed a good size rock and hurled the weight.
The large rock made a curve fall right into the blades of the copter. A blade broke and the copter became uncontrollable. It swirled and tipped before it suddenly crashed below where Campy was with the bikes.
As soon as Campy heard the copter crash he got up beneath the bikes and pulled them up back to the road just as Vic had ran down to greet him.
"Man, that was close." Vic said.
"There's going to me more, I'm sure." Campy said, straightening his saddle.
Both men readied their bikes and began to climb when the noise of several cars could be heard from behind.
To be continued........
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