I couldn't stop myself from looking back; only four of the incoming vehicles were breaking, and effectively pulling out of the race, with the other six determined to copy us, come hell or high water.
'Get your foot down!' Senet roared.
We were barely scraping past thirty miles per hour, climbing a slope that was still incredibly steep.
'We're not going to make it!'
Melia cursed, slapping the steering wheel as if that was somehow going to make a difference. Then he leaned over me, took one look out the window and closed his eyes. 'It's been a pleasure, Jake.'
I stared back in confusion when he jerked the wheel to the left. After short jump into the air, we found ourselves plummeting back to the tarmac road below, nose-first.
