Page 223 of Scars of Fate

Hawk fired through a narrow opening.

The gunman disappeared.

The enemy vehicle remained beside us.

Ghost glanced toward the road ahead.

A concrete bridge crossed a deep gorge.

Barely wide enough for one vehicle.

He accelerated.

The Meridian driver did the same.

Boone looked through the shattered rear window.

“You know there’s only room for one of us?”

“Yes,” Ghost answered.

“Which one?”

Ghost smiled.

“Us.”

Both vehicles reached the bridge together.

Metal struck metal.

The impact threw everyone sideways against their restraints.

The Meridian vehicle pressed against us, trying to force us off the road.

Ghost held the wheel steady.

The bridge railing appeared ahead.

Lucas raised his rifle.

The enemy driver crouched behind armored glass.

“No shot.”

“Don’t need one,” Ghost said.

He slammed on the brakes.

The Meridian vehicle surged ahead.

Its driver tried to correct.

Too late.

Ghost accelerated and struck its rear quarter panel.

The enemy vehicle spun across the bridge.