Chapter 13 - THE AMBUSH
The armored car slowed as it hit a traffic jam, the congestion of the capital turning into a metal cage.
The driver glanced at the rearview mirror, his eyes narrowing as a black sedan pulled up tight behind them.
"Unscheduled tail," the driver said, his voice calm, but his hand moving toward the pistol tucked in his holster.
The Officer didn't look back; she knew they would come eventually, and she had been ready for this moment.
She reached into the display case, sliding a small, hidden tracking device out of the bottom of the velvet box.
"Give me the wheel," she commanded, shifting her body toward the front seat with the grace of a panther.
The driver didn't argue; he hit the emergency release, and the driver’s seat slid back, allowing her to slide in.
The black sedan accelerated, its headlights flashing, the driver brandishing an automatic weapon out of the side window.
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"Brace," the Officer warned, her hands gripping the wheel, her foot slamming down on the accelerator with force.
The armored car lurched forward, crashing into the bumper of the truck in front of them, clearing a path forward.
