The sheriff took another right. He grabbed the handset, keyed the mic, and gave a description of the silver sedan. He told them to send backup.
It was about that time a black SUV barreled from a side street and plowed into the right front quarter of the patrol car. The impact spun us around. Tires squealed, headlights shattered. Quarter panels crumpled.
The engine stalled out, and four goons emerged from the SUV with semiautomatic weapons. Dressed in black tactical gear and wearing black balaclavas, these guys weren’t playing around. With weapons shouldered, they opened fire.
Muzzle flash flickered, and bullets lit up the squad car.
Blistering copper rounds cratered the back windshield of the car, pelting and pinging off body panels.
We all ducked for cover and drew our weapons.
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Shards of glass rained down. Bullets snapped through the air. The cacophony of gunfire echoed.
Jack angled his pistol over the backseat and fired through the window at the assailants as they closed in.
I pushed open the passenger door and angled my pistol around. Firing at the bastards as they approached. I tagged one of them on the shoulder, spinning him around.
The dirtball flopped to the ground, the weapon clattering away.
I fired two more shots into him to make sure he was down for the count.
Another flurry of bullets flew in my direction as I ducked for cover. They pelted the door, chewing it up.
Jack hit one of the scumbags.
More bullets peppered the vehicle.
Daniels tried to get the car started. It chugged a few times, but wouldn't turn over.
The remaining two assailants took cover behind the rear bumper of the squad car, angling their machine guns over the trunk. They fired into the vehicle at random.
Bullets tore through the cabin, exiting through the front windshield, ripping up the headrests on the seats.
We all kept as low as possible.
Daniels finally got the car to turn over. He jammed it in reverse, slammed the gas, and the tires chirped.
Like speed bumps, he ran over the scumbags. Screams of agony drifted from underneath the car.
We bounced around on the inside, and soon the scumbags were in front of the vehicle, writhing and moaning on the ground.
I saw the look in the sheriff’s eyes. He thought about running the dipshits over again, but thought better of it.
By that time, the silver sedan that had been following us pulled onto the scene. The vehicle paused for a moment, then decided to get the hell out of there. It would have been a losing proposition for them.
"Everybody okay?" I shouted
"Affirmative," JD replied from the backseat, covered in glass.
"I'm good," Daniels said.
We all hopped out of the vehicle and approached the human speed bumps with weapons aimed at them.
One of them gurgled his last breath as we approached.
The other was in better shape, but not by much. A few cracked ribs and a punctured lung, no doubt.
