Chapter Twenty-Three
Damien felt their van swing to one side. He pulled the MP7 from his daypack.
‘Gray van has turned,’ DC said. ‘Down a side street.’
‘They’ve seen us,’ Grace whispered.
DC floored the gas. Damien fell into Big Dog’s lap as they shot toward the gray van, its left side exposed.
‘Aim for the cabin!’ Grace yelled. ‘Don’t injure the scientist!’
‘No promises,’ DC said.
Damien peered ahead through the windshield to a row of parked cars. DC’s van scraped across them, grinding through as he aimed for the side of the gray van. He hit the rear corner. The van screeched from the blow and DC followed through, hands spinning the wheel. He hit the gas again, punched the van in the side. The van pitched and flipped onto one side. DC hit the brakes.
‘Move! Move!’ Grace yelled.
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