Miguel blinked, trying to focus, his vision still swimming as he struggled to take stock of his situation.
What had happened? He wondered to himself.
One minute he was driving and the next he was now under his seat, trapped by the weight of his car.
His legs were pinned beneath the dashboard, his chest burning from the impact of the seatbelt. The airbags had deployed, but they hadn't done much to cushion the blow. Pain lanced through his side every time he tried to move, and he winced, groaning softly.
"Hello!" He could hear someone talking through his phone.
He reached for it as pain waved through his side.
He couldn't think. Couldn't move. His mind was a haze of confusion and pain, but one thought pushed through the fog: This wasn't an accident. This was a planned operation.
He found the truck in the distance. It was parked with its bumper shattered from the impact.
