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Caine opened his door, assessed the damage as Opal clambered out: the car wasn't going anywhere soon. Its sideways spin had, fortunately, brought it across th...
"Well, at least we've got company coming." Opal stepped around to the rear of the car. "Maybe they'll give us a lift." As the two off-road vehicles rose into ...
The reaction of the vehicles was peculiar; whereas most motorists confronted with an accident slow down, these sped up, the second vehicle moving out of line ...
-and his world slammed into slow motion, the way it did when he felt, more than saw, a threat approaching. The vehicles were moving in concert; their actions ...
"Get behind the flatbed-now." He moved past Opal to the trunk.
"What are you talki-?"
"Just do it." He popped the trunk, pulled up the liner.
Opal frowned at him, mouth open to object, then heard the revving engines of the closing vehicles, looked over in their direction: her eyes widened. She turne...
Caine had found the small toolkit for changing flats, followed around after Opal-and found her crouched low, looking out under the long expanse of carrier bed...
Caine looked at the flatbed, the pipes, the shovel, the weathered straps, fraying where their fabric attached to the buckles. Yeah, that might work.
Opal was still looking at him. "Now what?"
The engines were coming markedly closer. Twenty-five seconds, maybe thirty-
"Can you fight?"
"Better than you can breathe."
Well, always time for a little bravado. He picked up the shovel, tested the heft. "I think I can take out the first car-at least long enough for us to close i...
"To do what?"
"Take some down and get their guns." He cocked the shovel back like a baseball bat, angled for an edge-on swing. "Tell me when they're within one hundred mete...
"Uh-now!"
He swung: the edge of the shovel bit into the fraying uphill strap, just below the buckle, sliced through about half of it. Shit-and he cocked the shovel back...
The tattered fibers were already groaning-the PVC pipes pulling against them-when the shovel hit and sheared the rest of the strap. Pipes started cascading of...
Turning toward Opal, he shouted "Go-"
-but she was no longer there. Having evidently scooted under the flatbed as the first pipes came down, she was now sprinting downhill in the immediate, dust-r...
The first vehicle tried braking but the pipes were under its wheels, whanging off the windshield as it lost control and skittered into the drainage ditch. Cai...
But, now almost at the car and looking for any weapon that the crushed man might have dropped, Caine saw the rear passenger door opening. Still running, he fl...
-saw the spinning, shining tool hit the door's window, glass shattering inward-
-and then he landed just in front of the vehicle. He immediately snap-rolled under it.
There were sounds of blows, blocks, and grunts over on the driver's side: Opal going after the wheelman, probably. And now, the rear passenger door resumed op...
Five feet to the left side of those shoes-lying on the ground just beyond the rim of the right wheel well-was what Caine had been hoping to find: the pistol f...
But the man in the cheap shoes was exiting the rear passenger door more cautiously, had evidently not yet moved to a point where he could see around his own d...
Caine wasn't sure of the make of the weapon-maybe an older Sig Sauer-but it was clearly chambered for caseless ammunition: there was no ejection port.
The man's feet moved swiftly forward alongside the vehicle, drew abreast of the wheel well, crept more cautiously as they neared the front bumper. One more st...
Caine checked the safety: off. The weapon was cocked. Steadying it with two hands, he aimed the pistol at a point just beyond the front right tire.
The man's cheap shoes tensed, flexed-and then he jumped around the front fender of the vehicle, evidently in a crouch. This move put his feet and ankles in th...
Other than the expected roar of the gun, the first split second was utterly surreal: there was a misty blast of blood from the ankle only three feet in front ...
The bullets made a nasty, meat-ripping sound: the man struggled to rise-another bullet hit him. He flinched-another bullet-then quaked-another bullet-and coll...
A thump to the left; Caine rolled to face in that direction, and found a sunglassed man-the driver?-staring straight at him, right cheek flush against the cra...
Link up with her, gather weapons, look for radios. Then, suppress-or take out-the next carload of them.
Caine rolled toward the man with the rear-facing head, squirmed out over him and a clutch of tangled PVC pipes. No sign of Opal. Damn. Maybe she's already mov...
Caine heard motion behind him, turned, saw his death in the black hole of a gun muzzle that was coming around the front of the vehicle, almost trained on him....
The unwinking black pupil of the pistol's barrel was staring straight through Caine's retina into his brain-when the gunman's head snapped over suddenly. A sl...
Who saved me? Was it-?
"Opal?"
Footsteps-too heavy-came around the front of the vehicle: Downing, at a crouch, gun in hand.
"Wha-?"
"Are you hurt?"
Footsteps, softer, behind: "He'd better not be."
Caine turned, smiled to see Opal's smile-and noted the wide, worried eyes that quickly recovered-and cut into Downing. "What the hell is going on here?"
"As if I know?" Downing helped Caine to his feet. "What I do know is that we have to leave here-now."
Caine shook him off, gun in both hands again. "There was a second vehicle-"
Downing jerked his head back downslope. "They went over the edge-courtesy of your landslide of tubing, from what I saw."