Chapter Two
WYATT SLAMMED HIS FOOT onto the gas pedal, making the Jeep shudder before it surged forward down the hill at a breakneck speed. It was careless and dangerous, but so was allowing the helicopter to trap them at the cabin.
They made it halfway down the steep driveway before the helicopter changed course to approach. There was no warning or no demand to stop. The helicopter simply fired upon them, using large-caliber bullets from the guns attached to the interior. The door was open so whoever manned the g*n could fire at them, but he couldn’t make out enough detail between trying to maintain control of the Jeep and avoid the brilliant flashes of gunfire destroying his night vision to discern how many might be occupying the helicopter. Even his bear’s senses weren’t enough to ans
