"We cannot wait here," Alexander said, his voice low against her ear. "The two men behind the cars are calling for backup. More trucks will be here soon."
Clara looked over the top of the gray rock. The two remaining mercenaries were hiding behind the doors of the last upright SUV, reloading their guns.
"What do we do?" Clara asked, her fingers still tight around the heavy black handgun. "The bridge is down. We can't drive across."
"We aren't getting across," Alexander said. He looked toward the road where the enemy truck was sitting with its engine purring. "We are taking their car and driving backwards up the mountain. We will take the old logging trail around the other side of the ridge."
He stood up slightly, his eyes tracking the two men. "Marcus is too weak to move. I am going to
