The Driver carjacking Cerberus

The battlesuit marched past Creed. The titan brought up its arms and tore through the doors like they were paper. It moved straight out into the sunshine and Creed followed behind with a handful of soldiers, shouting for the lieutenant to halt.
It broke into a run and Gibbs felt his arms and legs get pulled back and forth like a puppet. He had a creeping dread the battlesuit would move too far or too fast and leave him trapped inside with a bunch of broken bones. “How are you doing this?” he yelled. “Who the hell are you?”
“I’m called the Driver,” said the voice, “and this, esse, is the coolest carjacking ever.”

Excerpt From Ex-Patriots, pg 460
Peter Clines
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