[ WP ] You know the random driver in every action movie where the hero jumps in and orders to `` follow that car ! '' . Yup , that 's you . Every single time you 're trying to get anywhere .

`` Where are you going?! ``, the passenger yelled, furiously. `` The helicop-'' 
 
 `` Went down Chiltern?. ``, I interjected. `` I know. I just need a few more seconds.'' 
 
 `` But-'' 
 
 As the car turns the corner, I turn my head. I look at the weary, angry man in the back of my unassuming black cab replica. I look him dead in the eye and flick my turn signal on as I swerve into the roundabout at precisely 126mph, dodging traffic and maintaining eye contact with the man on the back seat. 
 `` Just shut up and trust me.'' I groan, and turn my gaze back to the road. 
 I open up my dashboard control panel, activate the rear smoke emitters as I make another left into Station Road, and smile as I watch our two pursuers perfectly T-bone each other in my side mirror. 
 
 
 A few more taps on the dash and we're locked on. I flip a switch and the car's six concealed missile launchers fire a salvo at the railway bridge ahead. Just as the 15:26 came into view. 
 
 
 `` Right on time.'' 
 
 
 As we pass under the bridge, the missiles curl upwards and hit the underside. The multiple explosive impacts cause the track to buckle upwards and snap as bridge debris rains down behind us. The train behaves as trains always do when this happens, ramping and gliding into a perfect midair collision with the helicopter, engulfing both in a colossal fireball. 
 
 
 I take my foot off the accelerator and let the car drift to a halt near the smoking wrecks that inevitably crop up wherever someone redirects the Metropolitan line into an Apache helicopter. 
 
 
 My passenger is in awe. I always love this part. I watch his face in the mirror as it starts to go through the usual stages of shock and disbelief. 
 
 `` H- how did- but...'' 
 
 Completely speechless. They always are. I give him his cue. 
 `` This is the bit where you say I'm no ordinary cab driver.'' 
 
 `` But... missiles...'' A bit slow on the uptake. 
 
 `` Standard issue. No, you did n't get my car by accident. We're a more specialised operation and we keep very close tabs on... people like you.'' 
 
 I open the glovebox, fumble around for a pen, and start filling out an invoice. 
 
 `` MI6, was it?'' I ask him, pen in hand. 
 
 `` W-wha.. I..'' he stammers, uselessly. 
 
 `` CrisisCab. We have a contract.'' I pass him the invoice. `` Your people will be here soon to tidy things up. Please remind them they're due for renewal next month. No need to tip.'' 
 I open his door with another dashboard switch. 
 He takes the hint and gets out, then walks over to my window. I roll it down. 
 
 `` Just... who the hell are you?'' he asks. At last, a full sentence. 
 
 I take a business card out of the glovebox and hand it to him. As he looks down at it, I roll the window back up and hit the accelerator. Zero to sixty in half a second. 
 
 
 
 The agent turns the card over in his hand, thoroughly perplexed. 
 `` CrisisCab Taxi Company - We signed up for this shit.'' 
 
 
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 This was my first time responding to a prompt, all feedback very much appreciated. 
 
 
 EDITS: Line/paragraph spacing.
