Jake didn't answer, his focus entirely on the rapidly approaching bridge. As they burst out of the dense trees and onto the wooden structure, the river rushing below them, he leaned out of the window, readying the explosive. Behind them, the headlights of Clarke's men flared into view, closer than ever.
"Now, Jake!" Claire shouted, her voice barely audible over the roar of the truck's engine.
Jake hurled the explosive toward the base of the bridge, and as they sped across to the other side, the device detonated with a deafening blast. The bridge shuddered, the timbers groaning as part of the structure collapsed into the river below. When Claire looked back, she saw their pursuers screech to a halt, unable to follow.
"We did it!" she gasped, her heart still pounding in her chest.
Mitchell didn't slow down, his hands still gripping the wheel tightly. "We bought ourselves time, but they'll find another way around. We're not safe yet."
