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Guns opened up on Linda’s van, forty holes appearing in its sheet-metal hide before she could wrestle the transravel before regaining traction, and she drove out of the withering barrage

As they ran for the wall, Juan called to Linc and Eddie “Switch to plan C, and I’ll see you in a bit”

“Where are you going?” Mark was panting

Cabrillo thought idly that they really did need to get Murph to the ship’s exercise rooot one of Linda’s tires There are jeeps in front of theThey’ll catch us before we et to the bridge”

“That should be my job,” Eddie said

“Negative Your responsibility is with Max’s son Good luck”

Juan angled away fro pile of rubble that had once been the wall The ATV was still on its side, exhaust curling froap before grabbing the handlebars He goosed the throttle and worked the wheel, using the four-wheeler’s power rather than his strength to right the six-hundred-pound vehicle It bounced onto its rubbery tires, and he threw his leg over the seat, gunning the motor before he was settled in

The rowled as he took off across the lawn A detachuards ran for the open-topped jeeps, while those closest to the wall turned to resume their hunt of Juan’s team

Cabrillo les, butturned on all around the co pools of incandescence He had a nized it wasn’t one of their own driving the ATV He tore around as if searching for the intruders while trying to find a guard farthest fro cover behind one of the desiccated trees near where two of the periles but pausing in a shadow so his face reuard spoke, Cabrillo waved hi four-wheeler

The guard didn’t hesitate He ran to Juan and ju hi a machine pistol with the other

“Not your lucky day, pal,” Juan muttered, and torqued back on the throttle

“I’ve got everybody,” Linda Ross called “We’re on the main road now”

Glancing at the jeeps, Juan saw that the first one was ready to head out in pursuit Apart froer seat, there were two other ar to the ood show of themselves, but they were virtually unarmed, in a van with a flat tire that couldn’t do more than fifty miles per hour The outcome was inevitable, especially when the other jeep took off after his team, too

It was ti field

The guard riding the back of Cabrillo’s ATV tapped hi, that they should head toward the back of the dor evenly across the suards watching him, so he waited until the last possible second to crank the handlebars hard to the right The balloon tires tore furrows out of the ground, and had Juan not thrown his weight in the opposite direction the four-wheeler would have flipped Coht at the breach in the wall, Juan put on the power He wrenched the guard’s uard was confused for a second but quickly recovered He threw his ar Cabrillo’s larynx and windpipe with unholy strength