Dounia kept up the wildly wavering driving pattern as shells went off one after another behind them, striking far too close for Ira’s comfort. She held on tight around Tanya’s shoulders and tried to keep them from being tossed around. Even strapped in, Ira worried Tanya’s injuries would be jostled too much.
“The tank’s going way slower than we are, at least,” Meow said smugly. “Not made for our rough, Russian terrain.”
“Neither was this jeep,” Dounia pointed out tersely. “Also the range on that gun is—”
Another round of shells started exploding near them, but they’d driven out of range of the spotlight, so the tank could only guess their position.
The jeep jarred again, snapping Ira’s teeth together. Her arm renewed its vicious throbbing, and Ira could only hope the morphine lasted a l
