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Colt had gotten into his car and floored it all the way to the hospital after getting a call from Sawyer about Arlo’s heart attack. SEAL training had included a course on specialized driving; how to maneuver around checkpoints and roadblocks, how to escape cars that were chasing you, how to keep a car on the road if the driver had been shot or lost consciousness - that sort of thing.
He had used every trick in the book on the drive over.
Colt knew had probably scared to death some of the slow, local drivers. It was a small town. Drivers here still waved at each other when they came to a four-way stop. They were probably wondering what the hell had gotten into that Roman boy, but Colt didn’t care about that right now. All he could think about was getting to the hospital as quickly as p
