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Slip out of the car.
Move fast.
Silent.
And wait.
Seconds later—
They hit the choke point.
Fast.
Too fast.
The first vehicle tries to adjust—
Too late.
The spike strip snaps up from the ground.
Tires blow.
Metal screams.
The SUV fishtails violently—
crashes into the second vehicle.
Impact.
Glass shattering.
Engines roaring.
Chaos.
I step out of the shadows.
Gun raised.
Controlled.
Precise.
“You should’ve turned around,” I say quietly.
One of them stumbles out of the wreckage.
Weapon already coming up.
I fire first.
He drops.
Another one moves—
I pivot.
