40 - 21 - Slam

A light. Two. Round and small. Yeah, there was the truck, moving slowly with only its own headlights to guide it. I dropped close against the roof of the train car. Crawled the last few feet to the edge.

And prepared to drop onto the roof of the truck.

<When I give the word, buddy,> Tobias called.

<I'm on it>

<Go! Go! Go!>

I flew! Launched my big gorilla body down onto the metal roof of the U-Haul.

WHUMMPF!

Landed in a crouch and allowed my weight to fall quickly to the side.

Safe.

And still only going about twenty miles an hour.

<Driver heard something,> Tobias reported. Well, duh. I'd left a big ole dent in the metal roofing. This was a surprise attack.

I crawled forward across the cargo bay and onto the roof of the truck's cabin. Peered over the side into the driver's seat. Saw a very nervous human-Controller.