Stunned, I watch the guards’ SUV in the back fly up, exploding in mid-air.
My heart beats wildly as the high-speed battle continues, the cars smashing together amidst a hail of bullets.īoom! The deafening sound vibrates through me, rattling every bone in my body. Fifteen cars versus eight, counting our limo. Both cars waver off course, sparks flying where their sides scrape together, and I hear another burst of gunfire, followed by the pursuers’ car careening off the road and flipping over. As I watch in shock, I see one of the pursuers’ cars gain on the last of our SUVs and smash into its side in an apparent effort to force it off the road.
Men with assault rifles are hanging out of the cars’ windows, exchanging fire with our guards-who are doing the same. About a dozen are SUVs and vans, but there are also three Hummers with giant guns mounted on their roofs. The sight that greets me is like something out of a Fast and Furious movie.īehind our guards’ seven SUVs, there’s a whole cavalcade of cars. “Oh my God!” At my mom’s panicked screech, I grab onto a seat and rise up on my knees to look out the back window. I can hear the drumming of my pulse it almost drowns out the squeal of tires in the distance. Another burst of gunfire, and the trees flash by faster, the greenery blurring in my vision.
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