The second round pinged off the hood and skittered into the ditch as the road dropped into brown water.
Alexei thumbed the radio to Sera's channel and leaned back, his gun already out and on his lap as he continued to drive with one hand. "Shooter, left cottonwoods. Low branch, third trunk in. He's trying for the radiator."
"Road goes under here," Elias answered from Zubair's cab. Paper rustled near his mic. "We either turn around or swim."
"Neither," Alexei returned. He lifted one hand off the wheel and looked past the hood at the sheet of brown water swallowing asphalt. "We take the water on our terms."
Zubair eased half a lane right to break the angle from the trees. "Do it."
Sera didn't slow. Her tires hit the first skin of water and threw fans to both sides. Luci's head rose in the passenger window, ears forward.
