Chapter Thirty-Three
Jay hung onto a seat. The Marauder’s rear doors swung open and he could see the second Marauder fighting its way through the rain and wind.
Jay didn’t spare much energy thinking about the second Marauder: he had other things to worry about. Like the operative in the cabin with him right now, aiming his fingerprint-coded pistol at Jay’s face.
Damien’s Marauder struck something. Jay hit the ceiling, desperately clung to the seat. The operative hit the ceiling with a crunch, landed beside Jay and almost rolled out of the Marauder.
Beside them, Jay caught a glimpse of the Cheetah. Damien had steered into it on purpose, ripping it apart. Pieces of Cheetah armor were strewn across the road.
The operative clung to seats on both sides, stopping himself from falling out. J
