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There’s a truck barreling toward us. Dust is whipping in the air in the wake of the tires. But that’s not the only sound. The bus engine is revving.
No!
The door slams closed. The driver hits the gas, and much to my horror, the big green beast shudders and takes off.
“Wait! Wait! I’m coming.”
I scramble to chase after it, but I’m too slow. A cloud of diesel exhaust drowns out my screams. To add insult to injury…the dirty air causes a choking fit.
Thiscannotbe happening. I’m stranded on the side of the road.
When I turn to look, the truck is still coming. Barreling down.
My knees are trembling and a cold tentacle of fear wraps around my neck.
The one upside is that there’s nothing left inside my stomach now.
Because I have nowhere to go.
Nowhere to hide.
There’s no cover.
I don’t have any weapons.
If the truck is full of rebels, I’m so screwed.
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Some stupid song blares out of the truck radio. It was better than being alone with my thoughts. For about five seconds.
Turns out, it only irritates me more, like sandpaper scrubbing over an open wound.
Evan’s voice appears inside my coms system. “Beast, copy? Over.”
“Beast here. Go ahead. Over.”
“Visual confirmation on two vehicles heading toward Carollia. A bus and a truck. The road is clear, otherwise. Over.”
A bus.
This news gives my anger a jolt of fresh energy. She probably caught a bus and blew out of town without telling me.
I clench the steering wheel with both hands, with my blood boiling as Evan relays the location. I’m thirty miles behind.
It will be hard to make up the distance on this curvy ass, poorly engineered road. Driving like a jackass in places like this can get you dead before you can blink an eye.
After I’ve breathed off some fire, I can speak again. “Can you keep eyes on them? Over.”
“Copy that.”
A few seconds later, Evan comes over the line again. “The truck just passed the bus. Over.”
“Are there a lot of other roads they could take? Over.”
“No, straight shot to the city. Over.”
An alarm blares through the open line. There’s nothing like an alarm in a helicopter cockpit to make your ass pucker.