The driver clenched his jaw, gripping the steering wheel tightly as he tried to outmaneuver their pursuers. Now that the back up were under attack he could only do his best to buy time. The black SUV behind them was relentless, swerving through traffic with ease, staying close no matter how hard he tried to shake them.
"Hold on!" he warned as he took a sharp turn, the tires screeching against the pavement.
Jerry kept his eyes on the side mirror, gripping the gun tightly. Emily remained calm but alert, assessing their situation.
"They're not backing off," Jerry muttered. He was becoming anxious because while their pursuers could act recklessly, they had to consider the life of the innocent.
Sudden another shot rang out this time the driver did not manage to escape. The Windshield cracked as the bullet brushed pass the driver'd hand injury him.
