Chapter Thirty-Six
Marina sat in the rear cabin of the Defender, surrounded by mostly dead GROM soldiers and an unconscious soldier in the passenger seat, beside the driver.
Behind the Defender, things looked worse. The operative astride the bike accelerated and closed on Ark. There was no way he could evade the operative in this traffic, and he didn’t have time to aim his own weapon. Not only that, he was too far from the Defender to leap inside.
That left one option.
Ark crashed his bike right into the operative.
At the moment of impact, he jumped from his bike onto the car behind him—a gray Skoda—and tumbled across the hood and over the windshield. The operative leapt too, landing on the roof of a car in another lane.
Ark hung onto the roof of the Skoda. Its driver swerved to avoi
