Rory grimaced and climbed over the wall, putting what little plan they had into action. He took one last look at his childhood friend’s lifeless body and let go, landing in the ski boat with a violent splash. He shook water from his face and looked up to see Rachel climbing over the wall. Rory got to his feet and was about to yell for her to jump when he heard a shrill cry from inside the bar. He ducked down and peered over the driver’s seat. Things looked much worse from this level, making him doubt the plan altogether. The floodwater had risen to the windows of Hooper’s patrol car, rendering anything that wasn’t a boat useless. If the ski boat wouldn’t come free, it was game over. The throaty exhaust continued its low rumble, which had fortunately been enough noise – combined with the heavy rain - to mask his splashing fall. Rory felt the heady horsepower running through the narrow floorboard, tickling his feet as more gunshots rang out on the rooftop above. He looked up just in time to see Rachel’s plummeting body.
