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  The sedan swerved onto the highway as wide white circles broke out on the back window. Philip smmed on the gas and the SUV’s engine roared, straining against the weight. A car ahead of him squealed to a stop and he almost lost a side mirror passing the son of a bitch.

  “Fuck!” Luke bounced around i. Philip gnced up and saw twaining on them in the rearview, gunmen leaning out the windows.

  “Behind us!” he yelled, wishing his words were bullets.

  Luke dropped down, flipped his Rattler to safe and slung it behind him. He hopped off the ter seat into the back where the st row of seats had been taken out. He opened a partment built into the floorboard and undid the straps with a smile. Michael aint gonna like this.

  He checked the belt, racked the charging handle, and shouldered it, thinking of all the would make ating that his earbuds would dampen the sound. He pressed a button id the triple-thick window eased open. When the gap of sunlight was a few inches wide, he stopped it and shouldered the on.

  As he poked the barrel through the window, one of the drivers saw what and veered off to the right. The other one, a big SUV, barreled forward. They were going over a hundred miles per hour and Philip was swerving wildly. It took a moment for Luke to get a shot, but when he did, it was a good one.

  The M240B roared and shell gs and links danced in the cab. The pursuing SUV came alive all at once. Rounds sparked off like fireworks. The windshield went white then gave out, and the driver exploded in bursts of gore. It veered off the road and smmed through a guard rail into a grass ditch, boung like a toy. Luke kept origger and put more rounds through the until it was out of view and nothing around could tell him it wasn't just a nice day for a drive.

  “Holy shit!” whooped Philip from the front, ughing like a maniac. Luke she gun to the right, remembering the other car. It had taken a rising offramp and was already half-hidden behind the barrier, but Luke shot at it anyway, the guing into his shoulder like a jackhammer. Rounds cracked o as he walked the fire towards the sedan's windows. Before he could get a bead, the ramp raised it out of his line of sight food. He held the trigger in bitter defiance.

  “Watch yod damned fire!” EP yelled in his ears. Shit. In all the excitement, he had fotten about Michael’s rules of e. He hoped none of the rounds dropped out of the air on anyone.

  Philip watched the sedan swerve ahead of him into the fast ne, but all he could do was keep on the gas. Powerless. It felt strange being on this side of the operation again. A ft expanse of big box stores and fast-food signs rolled by and brought on an ued nostalgia. The guy in the sedan had stopped shooting, and if he ighe smell of gunfire and the white marks on the gss, it felt like the eic start of a weekend.

  A police siren rui. He looked in the rearview and saw Luke fire off another burst. The fshing lights jerked to the side then faded into the distance.

  “Fuck! You watg this!?” Philip yelled. “I need a god damned intercept!”

  “I’m w on it. Theresa is on her way,” EP said.

  “What? No, I’m sure it’ll be over in no time, right Machi?” said Lindsey. “No need for me to get in the way.”

  “The other car got away,” Luke said from the back. “Went up the ramp, probably gonna try to take the express ne and e around on us.” He scampered back to the .

  “Looks like the targets heading towards the office,” said EP. “That’s probably where the door is.”

  “Shit.” Said Philip squeezing the wheel, Luke loading his rattler, and Lindsey pushing the gas.

  What sery makes you nostalgic? -EE