R2 18 wheeler

A blur of movement crossed in front of the police vans, and then it was over. The first van T-boned the blur and stopped dead instantly. The second van had a second longer, to drive a second further, the blur crushing its side and driving it straight over the sidewalk and through a wall. The hearse and car and limousine, everything came to a skidding halt, Ginta even falling out of the trunk and bouncing.

A whole-ass eighteen wheeler had run a red light and blocked the entire street. It went up in flames like kindling, the engine block burning straight down to the body of the car and igniting violently; must've been inflammatory cargo in there. With a roadblock like that in the way, nobody could get in or out, except through them.

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The totaled truck that blocked the street was lifted up into the air, just high enough to let a speeding shadow pass underneath it. He was sprinting for the three of them, and the Captain didn't have the time to turn around before it was on him, grabbing him by the neck, holding him high off the ground.

"I followed the sounds of violence," Hale said, "and somehow, I knew I'd find you two." For some reason, he was covered in splotches of... ash and red paint?