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Will and I move into the road.

The truck bears down on us.

“Kane,” I call.

“Moving.”

A shot strikes the passenger side of the windshield.

The passenger ducks.

I fire into the front tire.

Will takes the rear.

The truck swerves but continues.

The driver aims directly at us.

We separate.

The truck passes between us and leaves the road.

One front wheel collapses.

The vehicle slides across the dirt, strikes a low embankment, and stops.

The passenger door opens.

An armed man drops to the ground.

Kane hits him from the side.

They disappear behind the cab.

Will reaches the driver’s door.

I climb onto the step and pull it open.

The driver points a handgun at my chest.

I catch his wrist.

The shot tears through the roof.

I drag him from the seat.

He hits the ground and rolls.

He reaches for the weapon again.

Will kicks it away.

The driver drives one shoulder into my legs.

We go down.

He swings.