Chapter 11 - The Federal Agents Close In On The Bridge
Before anyone could respond, the radio scanner mounted on the dashboard crackled to life with encrypted static.
“Unit four to central command, target vehicle located on route twelve, approaching the county border.”
Jack cursed under his breath, slamming the SUV into gear and flooring the accelerator down the mountain grade.
“They tracked our comms frequency! Hold on to something!” Jack shouted as the vehicle fishtailed on the wet gravel.
Two sets of high-intensity headlights suddenly appeared in the rearview mirror, closing the distance at terrifying speed.
“They’re black-ops tactical units, Jack! They won’t try to arrest us; they’ll shoot to kill!” Sarah warned urgently.
Bullets began to ping off the rear armored plating of the SUV with sharp, deafening metallic cracks.
Leo woke up crying in the back seat, burying his face in Sarah’s lap as glass shattered from the rear window.
“Get down, everyone! Stay below the window line!” Jack commanded, weaving the heavy vehicle aggressively across the road.
He threw the SUV into a sharp drift around a blind mountain curve, temporarily breaking their line of sight.
“There’s an old logging bridge crossing the ravine up ahead! Head for it!” Elena shouted over the roaring engine.
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Jack pushed the engine to its absolute limit, praying the rotting timber bridge could support their weight.
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