"Flash wall," Alexei answered Lachlan, never taking his eyes from the window beside him. "Blind the driver, force a stop."
"Then we don't stop," Zubair replied.
The Saint with the detonator lifted it high, shouting something through the heat shimmer. Sera leaned forward, eyes narrowing, reading his mouth. Out. Hands. Truck's ours.
She rolled the window down, letting the dry air slap through the cabin.
Leaning just far enough for the man to see her face, she tilted her head slightly, like she was curious rather than afraid. The man grinned, pleased to have her attention, and pressed the trigger.
A wall of white heat erupted across the road as the flares ignited.
The two men on the truck bed hauled on their chains, dragging a line of spike mats into place behind the fire. The detonator man stood his ground, grinning wider as if the light belonged to him.
"Lachlan," Zubair said evenly.
Lachlan raised his hand toward the road and snapped his fingers once.
