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  Philip flew down the right shoulder as the sedan wove in and out of the fast ne. Luke fired from the sunroof, and his shots sparked off the road just short of the tires.

  “Get closer!” he yelled down his chest.

  “I'm guarding the exits!”

  “Fuck that! If he goes for a, I got him!”

  Philip took a deep breath, then merged out of the shoulder. Luke gave up oires and trated his fire on the back window. He got food shots on it before the sedan cut to the right and brake checked a hatchback.

  “Fuck!”

  Philip swerved and Luke got tossed around again. By the time he got ba position, the Sedan had disappeared behind a truck.

  “ exit is about a mile out,” EP said.

  “Push the other shoulder!” Luke yelled. Philip merged left and watched the speedometer climb.

  The sedan came out from behind a car and Luke put awo rounds in the back window before he saw the guy leaning out the passenger side. His head fshed and bullets raked the top of the SUV. Luke dropped down and blood dripped off his ear.

  “You hit?” Philip yelled as more rounds smacked on the windshield.

  “Fuck this!” Luke grabbed something out of the ter sole that looked like a short cartoon shotgun and fired shells the size of pill bottles.

  “There’s too much colteral!” yelled Philip “Just take out the window—”

  “I'm gonna take out the window, then the rounds going up their fug ass.” Luke pumped a round into the chamber and loaded another. More bullets skipped off the hood as he hooked the pouch of grenade shells to his belt and took hold of the ing.

  “Get me some cover!”

  Philip swerved into the ter ne and the bullets stopped as they came alongside a semi. Luke popped up through the sunroof.

  “Clear!”

  When they passed the semi, the sedan had gained about fifty yards. The GM94 thunked and the road behind the sedan exploded.

  “God dammit, let me gain on them!” Philip yelled.

  “Exits ing up,” EP said. Luke pumped the on and the empty shell fell smoking into the ing.

  “Push the god damn shoulder!” he yelled.

  Philip merged into the left shoulder and pu. In a heartbeat, the traffic thinned and there was nothiween them and the sedan but wide-open highhilip smiled, anticipating ahunk’ and the end of a long day. Instead, gunfire broke ht behind him.

  In the left side mirror, he saw the other car ing off the expressway, muzzle fsh bzing out the windows. Luke dropped down i as the side window went white. Philip leaned right in his seat to avoid the rounds ing through the busted-out window, pressed the brakes, and cut the wheel to the left. The crash was loud enough to test his earbuds, but he didn’t eve.

  The car bounced bato the express ne and squealed over posts that broke like toothpicks. Luke popped up through the sunroof grenade uncher first and Philip eased off the gas to match speed with the car. For a few strange seds, there was only the sound of the road and that nostalgic feeling came ba waves.

  In the mirror, he saw the inside of the car explode in a bright e fsh. Fragments of gss, and upholstery shot out the windows. Luke had put the 43mm thermrenade right past the passenger gunner and turhe car into a rolling funeral. It moved forward like a ghost for half a sed, then veered into the barrier and fell into the distance, being just another piece of sery.

  Luke dropped down and loaded more shells.

  “He’s in the far-right ne!”

  Philip moved in behind the sedan. The guy popped out the passenger side again a out a wild burst.

  “Yea, you fuck. You heard that boom.” Philip whispered.

  “Exit’s right ahead,” EP said.

  “He won't take it!” Luke said. It’s a ramp!”

  Philip saw it ing up. A slim, curving, rising ribbon of crete with one ne. Might as well have been half a mile of gallows.

  “That’s the exit for the office,” EP said.

  “He won't take it! Get me on him!” Luke pumped anrenade in.

  “Hang on!” Philip said. A sense he had learo rely on long ago was sending warning signals, and as always, he was slow in deciphering them.

  “He won't fug take it!” Luke yelled. “God dammit go!”

  Philip had let off the gas and they were ing up on the exit. As they got closer, the sedan veered into the left edge of its ne.

  “I got him.” Luke popped up. The Sedan moved into the left ne and Philip pushed on the brake. His mind had finally caught up with his instinct.

  “God dammit, I’m telling you—” The sedan cut a hard right at the st sed, braking and taking the ramp at y miles an hour. Philip did the same move going almost eighty. He barely cleared the exit and scraped the side of the SUV on the crete barrier, which was a blessing. He was sure he had been about to roll over.

  “Shit!” Luke bounced around up top and fell into the again. Philip looked in the rearview and was shocked to see he still had the uncher in his hand.

  “Take him the fuck out!” He yelled as Luke sprang back up through the roof. When he looked ahead, his sense of danger fred from a warning into a scream.

  Brake lights fshed and Philip did the dumbest thing he could have done. He smmed on the brakes. If he had just kept his speed, he could have hit the sedan at seventy mph and maybe killed the target from the impact alone, seatbelts and airbags be damned. Instead, he hit it at just below fifty and only mao kill Luke.

  “Shit.”

  The airbags went off, and the world disappeared.