I should be too scared to make a noise.
But I’m kinda enjoying this.
I guess I’ve always liked speed…
Jacob couldn’t help but think back to his early years as a hockey player, back in grade school. Jacob had never really had much of an interest in sports, but when his Uncle Mitch took him to the local ice rink, that all changed.
It wasn’t like Jacob picked up a hockey stick and was a genius talent from day one.
However, the one thing that Jacobcoulddo pretty much from the get-go was skate – and skatefast.
Maybe it was a combination of naivety, a desire to impress his Uncle, or just a love of moving as fast as he could, but right from the beginning Jacob was able to skate way quicker than anyone else his age.
Jacob would sprint, stop, twist, turn, and then sprint again – and he’d do all this without losing his balance or falling over onto the hard ice beneath him.
Immediately, Jacob’s junior league coaches picked up on this and it wasn’t long before Jacob was able to fly across the ice with the puck totally under his control too. It was instinctive and always felt so natural to Jacob that he was able to travel at such a high speed.
In fact, Jacob was way quicker on the ice than he was on the athletics track.
For Jacob, his happy place had always been on the ice. So while some of his classmates were developing interests in soccer, football, and track events, Jacob was only ever interested in hockey.
And through a combination of positive coaches, his Uncle Mitch, and his own desire, Jacob rapidly rose through the ranks up to the point of being the hottest rookie prospect in the league.
All of this had brought Jacob to Toronto.
And of course, it had brought him to Tane too.
Speaking of Tane…
“Okay, hold on,” Tane said, dropping the Porsche down a gear and slamming the breaks. “Holy shit….”
Jacob held on for dear life as Tane pulled off an outrageous corner and swung the sportscar across two lanes and down a side alley.
“Wow. Tane, that was amazing,” Jacob said, the adrenalin pumping all over his body. “You need to teach me how to do that.”
“I don’t think so boy,” Tane laughed. “Coach Tremaine would go fucking ballistic if he knew I was teaching you these kinds of moves on the road. The last thing the team needs is you losing your driver’s license.”
“Ha,” Jacob giggled. “Maybe you could teach mesomeof your driving moves though?”
“Fine,” Tane replied. “Okay. We’re nearly at the safehouse now. Just a couple of blocks to go.Urgh. That looks like roadworks ahead though. Fuck.”
“Is there another way around them?” Jacob replied, casting his eyes over the small buildup of stationary cars ahead.
“No,” Tane said, a note of concern in his voice as he slowed the car down the closer they got to the traffic. “Don’t worry though. Once the lights change, We’ll be back on track.”
But Jacob could see that Tane wasn’t comfortable.
There was something bugging Tane and Jacob was beginning to sense something was wrong too…
“Daddy, this doesn’t feel right,” Jacob said.
“What are you feeling?” Tane replied. “Talk to me…”
“There doesn’t look like there’s anyone in these cars ahead of us,” Jacob said, his voice filling up with fear. “And those roadworker just don’t look like they belong…”
“Hold on, I’m getting us the hell out of Dodge,” Tane said, bringing the Porsche to a halt and readying it to turn around.
But just as Tane was turning the car around, a volley of bullets ripped through the air.
