Car chase

The vans were slowing.

“Ram the van on the left at a seventy degree angle, hitting his left side bumper,” I said. “Then drive around in front of them and accelerate. Exceed the speed limit.”

Agent Stevens had excellent scores on both guns and driving.

For just a moment he hesitated. It would be easy for him to make a mistake right here, hit the car at an angle that was close but not good enough, and he could claim that he'd done his best. He looked at both of us, and his lips tightened.

He'd sold his soul, but he wasn't going to sell out two innocent girls as long as he could help it.

He rammed the van in front of us, and it spun, hitting the van beside it with a loud crashing sound. We spun around the impact and we accelerated past them. It would take at least thirty seconds for the two vans to regain their momentum, and in the meantime we'd have to deal with the third van.

Panacea was pale.

“We'll be fine,” I said. “PRT vehicles have reinforced suspension, and Agent Stevens here is an excellent driver.”

It would have been easy for him to have intentionally made a mistake and to have had the maneuver fail. It could have failed if the other driver was better than I thought. He wasn't though.

The van beside us was nicer, one of those with the slide out doors on the side. They opened the door and two men were standing there pointing at us with rifles.

In hand to hand combat, it was difficult to think quickly enough to actually be effective. By the time I'd figured out what move I needed to make, my face was usually already on the floor. However, this was entirely different. I'd been calculating angles as the men had pulled up, and the calculations weren't all that difficult.

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