The men in the truck almost felt a slight sense of relief when Jarvis's team agreed on their plan. After all, that was the only way they could gain the upper hand against Lola.
The crazy woman hot on their tail was insane, but she was also a crazy sharpshooter.
If the road they took became rockier, she would be busier maneuvering that motorcycle. That would be the moment they could take her down.
But alas…
Thud!
Their breaths hitched as they felt a sudden bounce at the back of the truck. For a second, their world came to a standstill as dread crawled up their spines so fast it made them shiver.
"No—shit," the man in the back breathed out, cocking his head back to look at the shattered rear window. The moment he did, all he saw was a muzzle slipped between the gaps of the grill, and Lola peeking in with wide eyes.
"Hello there," she greeted, like a ghost. "And goodbye."
The man's face twisted as he hissed, "Fuck—"
BANG! BANG!
