Other Fan Fiction ❯ Cannonball Run 4.0: A Legend Reborn ❯ Another Mystery Letter and an 1850 tale ( Chapter 6 )

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“Hey, guys look what I found,” Tommy yelled to the group in the warehouse.
Tommy showed them the envelope. Walker who had heard Tommy when the three first walked in took it from Tommy and looked it over.

To: Mr. Brock Yates and the Cannonball Racers
From: Mr. Jack Morris

“Who’s Jack Morris?” Walker asked Tommy.
“I don’t know.”
“Does anyone know?”
The group all nodded their heads no.
Walker walked back to Trivett.
“Trivett do me a favor. Go get Mr. Yates and bring him here so we can figure this out.”
“Ok, Walker. I think they’re in Florida.”
“Ok.”


Meanwhile, Jennings and Henry had comeback to the hide out to report what had happened, to their boss.
“That’s everything boss. Tom, tried to shoot that girl but someone pushed her out of the way before the shot hit her.”
“Well at least you got rid of those girls in the Lamborghini because they were getting too close.”
“What do we do now boss?” Henry asked.
“Get out to the track and help the workers out. I’ve got a phone call to make.”

Daytona Beach, Fl

“Mr. Yates, you got a phone call.”
“Thanks, Sally.”
Brock walked away from where J.J. and him were sitting and over to the bar where he picked up the phone.
“Hello?”
“Mr. Yates, this is James Trivett. We have your racers at a warehouse here in Fort Worth. My partner thinks someone is after the racers.”
“You’re shitting me! Is everyone alright?”
“I’m afraid not. They have already killed two people and tried to kill a third.”
“Oh my God.”
“Listen, we need you to come down here right now. There has been a development.”
“Alright I’ll be right there.”

Yates hung up the phone and walked over to his seat to grabbed his coat. J.J. having heard the conversation also joined Brock as he hurried to the car and then to the airport. About 15 minutes later, J.J, Brock, Walker, Trivett, and Gage were all gathered in the warehouse with the racers. In his hands Walker held the envelope, he then handed it to Brock and Brock opened it and started reading.

Mr. Brock Yates,
I regret to inform you that someone is going to come after the racers. No money is worth that risk. I advise you to cancel the race right away, do not worry about paying back the money. However, I might have some information that might help. Victor Prinzim talked to me shortly before his death and gave me two papers to give to you. I did not know when would be the right time but under the circumstances I think you could use them. I have enclosed them for you.

Brock noticed the two folded piece of paper in the envelope. He pointed them out to Walker and continued reading.

If you choose to not do anything, that is alright. But, I believe you and the racers can stop this so we never have to worry about the Cannonball Run being interrupted again. I will still meet you after the race. Good luck and God speed.

“That’s it, Walker.”
“What do we do?” J.J asked.
“I think we may have to end it. It is getting too dangerous.”
“Hang on, Yates, I think Morris is right. Let’s stop these guys who ever they are and solve this mystery once and for all!” Dean shouted.
“Yeah!” the racers responded in unison.
“Ok, let’s take a look at the other papers first,” Walker said with a smile.
Brock reached down and pulled out one of the papers. He looked at it a moment and realized something.
“Guys, this paper is from the 1850’s! Listen.”

September 9, 1850

John Marshall, Hays Cooper, and myself had decided that the best place for the treasure was near Oak Hill Ridge. That way no one would be able to find it for over a hundred and fifty years maybe more. Sam, John told me, we shouldn’t leave anything behind. If the Cook Gang were to get a hold of any piece of the treasure it would be the end of the Rangers, the town, and our group of hunters. He’s right, I know but I just want to take pre-cautions. In case anyone is to get this before we can get the treasure, please keep it in safe keeping till we return. Along with this entry, you will find a map that will show the exact place where the treasure is buried. Good Luck to any person who may join our group. And God speed as well.

“Sam, did you hear that?”
“Yeah, I did.”
“What is it guys?” Walker asked as he approached Dean and Sam.
“We’ve heard of Colt. That he was involved in a horse race and in the course of that race won a treasure worth millions. Up until know I thought that it was just a legend.”
“Hey, Walker, what if these guys were after the treasure and they don’t want anyone to find it, so they resort to killing them to keep them away,” Trivett said to Walker.
As the group discussed what to do next, they were unaware a group of cars with armed men had surrounded the warehouse. On top of a nearby hill, Jennings and Henry watched the scene below with their boss.
“Everything ready, Jennings?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good, move in.”
Suddenly all the men blasted into the warehouse. Walker, Dean, Gage, Trivett, and the other guys tried to fight off the guys but could not. As the group was put into sleep holds, Brock, watched a gentleman enter the room.
“No, it can’t be.”
“Yes, Brocky, it’s me.”
Brock than slowly blacked out.