Landon rested his hands on the steering wheel, waiting for the light to change. The warm sun cast a golden glow on the dashboard, and the hum of the engine provided a soothing background noise.
Suddenly, the air erupted with the deafening roar of revving dirt bikes, shattering the calm. Evelyn's eyes snapped towards the sound.
The smell of burning rubber and gasoline wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of freshly cut grass from the nearby park.
Two bikes flanked the car, their passengers clad in black attire, jackets, and spray-painted helmets. The riders' faces were obscured, their eyes hidden behind dark visors.
Landon's gaze locked onto the passenger on the adjacent dirt bike. In a flash, the man drew a gun and fired at Landon. The bullet struck the window, but the bulletproof glass held strong, the impact sending a spiderweb of cracks across the pane.
"What the hell?" Landon flinched, caught off guard, his heart racing in his chest.
Evelyn's heart skipped a beat, her eyes wide as she struggled to grasp the situation.
Without hesitation, the rider on the other side began firing at the side mirror, aiming for Landon. The glass held firm, but Landon's instincts kicked in. He gunned the engine, speeding through the red light.
The tires screeched, releasing a cloud of smoke as the car surged forward.
"Hold on!" Landon shouted, his voice hoarse over the roar of the engine.
Landon's sudden acceleration pulled Evelyn backwards, her back thudding against the seat.
The bikes pursuing them lifted their front tires off the ground, refusing to give up.
Landon glanced at the side mirror, assessing their pursuers. Two bikes and a black SUV followed, firing at the car. But their bullets ricocheted harmlessly off the bulletproof glass.
Evelyn turned to face the rear windshield, her eyes scanning their pursuers.
"Landon, they're onto us," she said, her voice remarkably calm despite the chaos.
"I know, hold on!" Landon shouted, expertly evading cars ahead to avoid a collision.
The speedometer climbed to 120 kilometers per hour.
Evelyn swayed side to side, struggling to sit still as the car zigzagged through traffic. Her knuckles whitened as she gripped the armrest, fighting to maintain her composure.
The bikes pulled alongside the car, their riders' faces obscured by helmets.
Landon jerked the steering wheel right, and the car clipped the adjacent bike.
The pursuer lost control, crashing onto the asphalt.
The impact jolted Landon and Evelyn.
Now, only one bike and the black SUV remained.
Landon attempted to repeat the maneuver on the remaining bike, but the passenger quickly braked, evading the collision.
Landon missed, and the bike fell back.
Landon's voice was urgent.
"Call my uncle, quick!"
She dialed Caleb's number as Landon focused on evading the SUV.
The phone rang, and Caleb answered immediately.
"Ms. Evelyn, I—"
Landon interrupted, his voice tense.
"Uncle Caleb."
Caleb's tone shifted from calm to alert.
"Landon!"
Landon's words spilled out in urgency.
"Uncle, listen, I don't have much time. I need you to get to this location ASAP."
He sent Caleb the location via GPS.
"Okay, got it," Caleb confirmed.
Caleb sprang into action, grabbing his service gun from his desk drawer.
He rushed out of his office, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios.
As he sprinted to his car, Caleb's phone displayed the location Landon sent.
He keyed it into his GPS and floored the accelerator, weaving through traffic.
Meanwhile, back in Landon's car:
"Hold on! Evelyn, this is gonna get ugly."
Landon warned, his foot heavy on the accelerator.
Evelyn braced for impact, her knuckles white as she gripped the armrest.
As Caleb sped towards Landon's location, his sirens blaring, he navigated through the crowded streets.