The sounds of gunshots and sirens sent people running from their cars, scattering into the streets. People ran in every direction.
Paul instinctively grabbed Akira as if she needed protection. “Less than insects,” she laughed, watching people run for safety. “And, please,” she groaned, wiggling free from Paul’s arms.
Billy-Bob stomped on the accelerator, but every time he thought he had a clear path there was a stalled vehicle in front of him and he was forced to change course. The black SUV behind them was closing in, guns blaring.
“Run the intersection,” Paul yelled.
Up ahead, Paul could see the intersection of Main and Martin Luther King Boulevard. It was a four way stop: one of the major arteries through town. It was packed with what looked to be rush-hour traffic.
“Are you out of your mind?” Billy-Bob screamed back.
“We’ll be fine. Keep going!”
Billy-Bob pressed on the pedal harder.
“I got this,” Paul repeated.
“We won’t make it!”
Paul closed his eyes, rubbed his temples. “Timing is everything!”
Bullets ripped through the truck as the DHS vehicle closed in and continued firing.
They were less than two blocks away from the intersection, moving down the middle of the lane, the Ford sending stalled vehicles crashing and spinning to the curb, when Paul sat up as high as he could, raising his hands towards the front.
Bullets whizzed past their heads.
“Now!” Paul screamed.
Billy-Bob stomped on the accelerator, and felt the engine of the F250 roar to life.
“They’re not slowing down!” In the rear-view mirror, Billy-Bob could see the SUV in hot pursuit and the flashes of the AK47s firing.
“Go, Go,” Paul yelled.
Paul didn’t need to look back to see that the agents kept firing. He could hear the sirens right behind him and see the reflection of red strobes bouncing off the interior of the truck.
“Faster, faster, faster!” Paul shouted, pushing Akira and Lasseter’s heads down into their seats.
Billy-Bob slammed on his brakes and skidded into the intersection, pulling hard to the right to avoid a collision. He sideswiped three cars sending them rolling into the sidewalk. But no other cars were in his way. Oncoming traffic in both directions parted like the Red Seas. Billy-Bob straightened out his wheels and blew through the intersection.
“They’re still right behind us!”
“Not for long!”
As the black SUV pursued the Ford through the intersection, it got T-boned by a semi traveling in the North bound lane at high speed. The SUV split in half and exploded into a fireball that could be seen for miles.
Akira and Lasseter cautiously raised their heads and peeked out the shattered glass of the rear window.
“We’re cop killers now,” Akira spoke slowly, turning towards Paul. “And that’s a game changer.”