Three trucks broke through the far trees. Two stayed on the bank. One rolled its grill into the flood until the bow wave foamed.
The bank trucks had those long stick nooses spread between four men. The water truck carried a cage. The things inside hit the bars until the bed shook.
Sera didn't change her speed; it was the worst thing you could do on roads made of pure ice.
Keeping her hands relaxed on the steering wheel, she stared forward and continued to drive.
"Do not swerve," Alexei told both cabs. "The lane is tuned for weight. Slalom and you drown."
"Copy," Elias answered for both.
The Cartel handlers who had been following them, got out of their vehicles for a moment and jabbed their poles into the water and tried to fish nothing.
One snared a stupid zombie by the neck and fought to keep the pole.
The zombie clawed water and air and almost pulled the men in.
