It was like playing poker. Neither part knew what th other was holding now. Walter had just watch the men load the eight cases in the trunk and back seats of the car. Eight hard cases with single key locks, low tech for whatever he was moving. He revved the engine on the Mitsubishi and began his watch. He had a blind spot till the train left and had to get rolled before it left. As he drove off he doubled back to make sure the goons weren't following him. They had left thankfully so he started the wireless call.

"Hey Brian it's me. You have five minutes to find me and bring back up. You will clip me before I reach my destination but I need you to hem the cops up so I can make my delivery. I will pass Raintree Circle on my way to the train station." He smiled and shifted gears letting the car drive seemingly drive itself. It felt good having a moment to relax but he deep down he couldn't relax all the way, there wasn't enough time for that.

The nervous ringing of his phone tore him out of his daydreaming. Brian was just having lunch at a subway downtown when he heard Walters voice and dropped the sandwich.
Without hesitation he ran outside with the phone pressed to his ear.
"Back-up? I have no bck-up. I'm not even on duty, myparter is an ass..."
Huffing he slid across the hood of his Skyline and jumped in.
"I'll be there."
He placed the cell in its holder and pulled into traffic while he listened to Walter. "How many men?"

"Three units, that should get the attention of the news, can you handle making them loose me? If not I have a plan B." He shifted gears as he checked his watch. "I'll be passing the circle in two minutes." He looked back at the cases an smiled. "I need to make the delivery with some of the merchandise. If I get nabbed Carter will drop me and we losse our case...and probably my lfe," he added grimly. If he jacked up it was more then likely the NSA would sweep him under the rug like most ghost agents.

While he was swirfing in and out of traffic, brreaking every traffic regulation that was there and checking his watch Brian asked irritated.
"Let me get this straight. I tip them off, but make em loose you???"
He snorted. "Easily, my friend."
Brian had a big mouth when it came to driving but he actually hd no idea how to do it. So he did what he waxs best at: he stepped on the gas.
Then he placed the call. "Agent O'Conner, serial number 467385, I'm in pursuit of an international drug dealer and his crew. Need backup-send more than just one unit that's in the area of Raintree Circle."

A minute later he arrived there coming to a halt with smoking tires when he already spotted a car that was going way too fast. assuming it was Walter he revved the engine and followed him.

Walter called Brian back as he raced past the car. "Good timing, I'll keep you on the line so I can tell you when to loose me. Three roads ahead there is a fork, take a right there and I'll take a long way, I'll come out just before you, clip my fender." He barked the directions to Brian and adjusted his seatbelt this was goin to be fun. "Step up your game man gotta make this look convincing." He ripped back on the E break and drifted backwards between two police cars that had arrived on scene, he pulled the wheel hard and corrected his course.

Walter's driving skills deserved some admiration.
A whistle from Brian confirmed that. Behind Brian two more patrol cars showed up while he was fyling down the road.
"You're crazy, man!" Brian yelled in the speaker of the phone wondering why on earth he should risk his own health and safety or anybody elses for Walter's plan. Right. Because he was working against Braga.
His eyes fixed on the road ahead of him he blended out everything else. The tingling sensation in his fingers spread through his arms to his core. Adrenalin.
As told by Walter he turned right at the third intersection sliding around the corner and into the next street which was wide open without any traffic. The two cars followed him for some reason.

"C'mon... C'MON!" He shouted into the phone. His adrenaline was pumping hard and things began to slow down as he saw the end of the street. He could see Brian's hood and front fender. If this ended badly he'd be in a body cast but Brian had great driving skills the races proved it but this was a control issue. "Do it now Man!"

Above their heads the rotor blade of a helicopter tore the air into shreds. The news were there. They never failed, always in the air, always on the latest fire, accident or in this case chase.

Without further thought about the possible damages to his car or even body Brian focussed on Walter's car coming inot few. The seconds seemed to pass in slow motion when he concentrated on the vehicle. He had to clip him and block out the police cars behind him plus it had to look real.
His knuckles turned white while his foot eased of the gas slightly. Brian knew he was buckled in, he always was.
The next moment felt like a dream: The Skyline collided with Walter's fender in the perfect position to sent him into a spin but not do ny serious damage.
When the adrenalin sped up his reactions the agent noticed how his Nissan got thrown to the left into the oncoming traffic by the force of the impact. The narrow road made it hard to prevent another collision. Somehow Brian managed to steer right again oversteering purposely. With his hand on the e-brake he send his own car into a slide and came to a halt perfectly blocking the whole street sideways.
It took him a moment to take a deep breath. his hands still gripped the wheel tightly as he stared ahead. It worked!

'Good job bro.' Walter thought in silence. He let the force of the blow spin him as his hand turned I to the spin forcing the car into a controlled 720 spin. The slicks spun as he flipped gears again and peeled off down the road using the chaos into escapee he could see the train preparing to depart and whipped down the road parrallell to it. Ahead was a subway turn off fenced it. He blew the fence open and drove into a waiting connex box. He quickly looked back at one of the cases that had been cracked open. White powder, coke no doubt. He quickly exited the covered box qnd closed the box behind him. He made a quick call to Carter, "Boss man, cops got wise ta us. One case cracked but all is still in. I'll be waiten fer yer call."

After he hung up he switched sim cards and called Brian back. "Thanks man, I'll be in touch." He jumped off the train and disappeared into a maintnance tunnel and jogged briskly away.

After the call Brian threw his cell on the seat next to him and looked up at the helicopter right above him and the blocked out cops, who were honking and some running towards him to check whether he was fine.
Brian didn't even have to pretend to be angry when he got out and saw the damage to his own car.
His neck hurt slightly from the impact but otherwise he had to clap himself on the shoulder.
Pretending to be too hurt to get back in the car he raised his hands with his badge in them when the cops started pointing guns.
"FBI, guys, relax."

A look in the direction where Walter had dissapeared confirmed that he was long gone. One of the cops offered him to drive him to the headquarters while another one rolled his car off the road so they could take up the chase again.
"Damn!We almost had him." Brian gave his best acting performance.