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The FAV chewed up the highway and spat it out like undercooked rice. With the speedometer touching a hundred, Wells pointed out the sight of a military truck in the far distance.
It grew fast in the windscreen. The truck was doubtless driven at its top speed, but nowhere near as fast as the buggy was capable of.
As Rios brought the FAV in behind the truck, he shifted up in his seat, a hand on the central roll bar.
‘Bring it in close,’ he yelled over the roar of the road.
‘Why not shoot out the fuel tank?’ Rios shouted back.
‘Too risky,’ Wells answered, planting a foot on the edge of his seat. ‘We need the tablet in one piece.’
‘Why does life have to be so complicated?’ Rios wanted to know, bringing the buggy alongside the left-hand side of the truck.
Why indeed, Wells thought, a
