Peasy driving a car

It wasn’t a truck. Not even a jeep. It was one of the Guardians from the motor pool, building up speed fast. One soldier was lugging a case of ammo and was pulled under the vehicle’s wheels in a windmill of surprised, broken limbs.
The armored car roared past Stewart, aimed straight at St. George’s knot. He caught a quick glimpse of the driver. It was a grinning soldier with pale skin and a green box on the side of its head.

Excerpt From Ex-Patriots, pg 515-516
Peter Clines
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