They escaped into the darkness of night. The powerful vehicles roared along the forest roads at breakneck speed, careening around corners and taking out smaller trees growing too close to the dirt tracks. Great. The Project wouldn’t need a tracker to follow their trail—even a kid could draw them a map. Standing in the back of the first vehicle, Jack closed his eyes for a second and let the cool air wash over him as they climbed higher, past the foothills and into the mountains proper. They needed to ditch the vehicles, and fast.
Finally, he deemed they were clear enough and pounded on the cabin roof again. They’d taken down the gunships and stolen the Project’s transport. For an hour or two, at least until those they’d left alive could summon backup from base, they were safe.
The vehicle
