Troy couldn’t contain his laughter any longer; the helicopter’s various parts showering down around them and on top of the van, as though large, heavy hail was slamming against the metal roofing and the sight of the truck speeding up after them – the windshield tinted dark and impossible to see through, along with the screaming of their new boss were all far too much to contain his enjoyment. Raising his rifle, he began to unload it in the direction of the truck – watching as dents began to form in the front of the windshield and the grill, where the metal itself had been replaced with bullet-resilient materials. Fletcher matched the actions almost instantly, having loaded up his weapon in the time he’d spent moving from where Avery was seated to the back, where Troy was all but hanging out the back.

The truck showed no signs of slowing down. In fact; it only got closer and closer with each passing second. Finally, it met the backside of the van and caused the inhabitants to jolt forwards in shock – the truck slowing just a beat before charging at them again – knocking them once more.

“Of course they’ve got bullet-proof tires…” Troy chuckled, letting the large clip of his weapon fall and flop outside and onto the road as he loaded a fresh clip instead, “Let’s see how they go when they lose their cool.” He cracked a grin – once again aiming his weapon and firing indiscriminately at the windshield of the truck. Before long it began to accelerate even faster, Fletcher shifting backwards to slam the side of his fist against the van to signal to the driver. Suddenly, they pulled to the side and evaded the charge this time. With this opportunity, the two once again redoubled their efforts with their rifles – firing upon the weaker side doors to the truck continuously until a very clear splatter of blood reached the window. The truck began to swerve slowly and continued to pick up speed as the driver died behind the wheel. The van slowed a little to let it continue on past, Rebecca watching as it turned and flipped itself – letting them pass without further incident.

“Alright… Let’s change vehicle and get to HQ.” Fletcher let off a heavy sigh, now confident that they’d dealt with the last of their issues for now.