"Franco, don't get out!" Sanah grabbed him before he could get out of the truck. It was a matter of seconds before the men started to rain their vehicles with bullets. From the inside, they saw their windows getting beaten with numerous bullets.
"I need to retaliate before they increased in numbers!"Franco said to Sanah.
"You'll die!" Sanah screamed and didn't let go of Franco.
"If I don't, we will all be!"
"Just drive this thing from here. Flat tires or not, we should move!" Sanah said.
Franco threw the gun on the seat beside him and do just what Sanah suggested.
Their truck started to move again and those men started to fire on their other tires to stop them from leaving. But there was no stopping for them to leave there, letting the flat tires bring them as far away as they can.
"There's a nearby local aviation here. Call them that we're coming." Franco handed Sanah a phone, not letting his eyes off the road.
