leg. Bickers peeked out the door and fired wildly, trying to pin the men down as Kade floored the accelerator pedal. The engine revved, and he could feel the coach straining, but it didn’t move.
“Parking brake!” Winter yelled rushing forward and stabbing the button down, but it immediately popped back up. “No air pressure!”
Kade put the coach in neutral and raced the engine to redline, trying to build pressure as fast as possible.
Bickers and Duck leaned out and fired several shots through the door before ducking back in. “We need to go!”
“Where’s Anders?” Kade yelled.
“Dead!”
Kade let off the gas pedal and punched the button to put coach into gear and floored it as he pushed the parking brake button down. It stayed and the bus began to move. There was another burst of fire from the automatic gun, glass and bits of wood flying as the gunman hosed down the RV. As the coach struggled for the road, a man appeared in the door and Bickers shot him, the man tumbling away.
“Go!” Bickers screamed over the roaring engine.
Kade said nothing. He’d never driven an RV before, but the coach felt sluggish, as if it were stuck in mud, but they were moving. He kept the gas pedal pinned to the floor, the engine bellowing as the coach shuddered and lurched. He finally realized he was spinning the tires, but he was afraid to let up lest they become stuck. Finally, the coach hauled itself onto the road and began to pick up speed more quickly. They were going in the opposite direction of what he wanted, but he couldn’t stop to turn around.
He could see the second truck heading their way, almost on top of them, and he watched in the rearviews as the truck behind them swung onto the road in pursuit.
“Big Dick has been hit!” Winter shouted as she pulled out a drawer and grabbed several kitchen towels, pressing them to his leg. “Hold this!” she instructed him as she began to tie two more towels together.
“Hang on!” Kade cried as the truck in front of them swung sideways to block the road, the passenger bailing out to fire a sustained burst of automatic gun fire into the RV as it passed, the bullets pinging and popping down the left side as bits of the interior splintered and exploded.
The RV wasn’t traveling fast, but the impact sent them all tumbling, the vehicle weaving on the edge of control as it shouldered the pickup aside and sent it spinning into the brush.
“Shit!” Duck yelled as Kade struggled to get the swerving coach under control. As soon as he got it steady, he floored again, but when the speedometer reached fifty, the RV was so hard to control on the loose and rutted road he felt like they were only a moment from crashing and allowed the coach to slow again.
“I think I broke my arm,” Duck growled.
“How’re we doing?” Kade yelled, afraid to take his eyes off the road.
“Remind me to not loan you my truck,” Bickers said, sitting in the floor, holding to a chair as he stared out the door. The door to the coach was still open, but he was too afraid of falling to try to close it, the brush and scrub passing at terrifying speed.
She finished trying the towels together, then wrapped it around Big Dick’s leg and cinched it tight to hold pressure on the towels covering the wound. Finished, she scrambled forward to Duck. His arm was hanging at an unnatural angle.
“Duck’s arm is broken!” She scrambled to the back of the coach on her hands and knees so she didn’t fall, tearing the sheets from the bed and dragging them forward with her.
“We’ve got company!” Kade yelled. The road was too narrow for the truck behind them to easily pass, but that didn’t prevent the driver from trying, compelling Kade to swerve to force the truck back.
Struggling to keep her balance, she folded the sheet into a large triangle and looped it around Duck’s neck and under his arm to form a sling,
“Parking brake!” Winter yelled rushing forward and stabbing the button down, but it immediately popped back up. “No air pressure!”
Kade put the coach in neutral and raced the engine to redline, trying to build pressure as fast as possible.
Bickers and Duck leaned out and fired several shots through the door before ducking back in. “We need to go!”
“Where’s Anders?” Kade yelled.
“Dead!”
Kade let off the gas pedal and punched the button to put coach into gear and floored it as he pushed the parking brake button down. It stayed and the bus began to move. There was another burst of fire from the automatic gun, glass and bits of wood flying as the gunman hosed down the RV. As the coach struggled for the road, a man appeared in the door and Bickers shot him, the man tumbling away.
“Go!” Bickers screamed over the roaring engine.
Kade said nothing. He’d never driven an RV before, but the coach felt sluggish, as if it were stuck in mud, but they were moving. He kept the gas pedal pinned to the floor, the engine bellowing as the coach shuddered and lurched. He finally realized he was spinning the tires, but he was afraid to let up lest they become stuck. Finally, the coach hauled itself onto the road and began to pick up speed more quickly. They were going in the opposite direction of what he wanted, but he couldn’t stop to turn around.
He could see the second truck heading their way, almost on top of them, and he watched in the rearviews as the truck behind them swung onto the road in pursuit.
“Big Dick has been hit!” Winter shouted as she pulled out a drawer and grabbed several kitchen towels, pressing them to his leg. “Hold this!” she instructed him as she began to tie two more towels together.
“Hang on!” Kade cried as the truck in front of them swung sideways to block the road, the passenger bailing out to fire a sustained burst of automatic gun fire into the RV as it passed, the bullets pinging and popping down the left side as bits of the interior splintered and exploded.
The RV wasn’t traveling fast, but the impact sent them all tumbling, the vehicle weaving on the edge of control as it shouldered the pickup aside and sent it spinning into the brush.
“Shit!” Duck yelled as Kade struggled to get the swerving coach under control. As soon as he got it steady, he floored again, but when the speedometer reached fifty, the RV was so hard to control on the loose and rutted road he felt like they were only a moment from crashing and allowed the coach to slow again.
“I think I broke my arm,” Duck growled.
“How’re we doing?” Kade yelled, afraid to take his eyes off the road.
“Remind me to not loan you my truck,” Bickers said, sitting in the floor, holding to a chair as he stared out the door. The door to the coach was still open, but he was too afraid of falling to try to close it, the brush and scrub passing at terrifying speed.
She finished trying the towels together, then wrapped it around Big Dick’s leg and cinched it tight to hold pressure on the towels covering the wound. Finished, she scrambled forward to Duck. His arm was hanging at an unnatural angle.
“Duck’s arm is broken!” She scrambled to the back of the coach on her hands and knees so she didn’t fall, tearing the sheets from the bed and dragging them forward with her.
“We’ve got company!” Kade yelled. The road was too narrow for the truck behind them to easily pass, but that didn’t prevent the driver from trying, compelling Kade to swerve to force the truck back.
Struggling to keep her balance, she folded the sheet into a large triangle and looped it around Duck’s neck and under his arm to form a sling,
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