Stray
Surprised by the hail of bullets, the driver braked hard but the riddled tyres failed to grip the asphalt.
Indomitable, he had no choice but to let the truck run until it stopped. From the road, the leaden rain was pouring down on them. With an effort Mason jumped on the bonnet and then on the bumper. The truck was vibrating nervously: the tyres were flaking. They were slowing down. The bodywork exploded around them and the windows shattered.
He couldn't get a good look at them, but Mason reckoned there were at least six of them: two in the broken-down car and four more in the cars behind him. Maybe there were more. Four in the back seats he couldn't make out. That brought the count up to ten. Not bad when you take into account that the party had just started and more might come.
