He had to grab the edge of the computer table to avoid being thrown into the panels when Bailey took a corner too fast. The squared tip of the Barrett’s rifle barrel struck the chest freezer, and a wild desire to shoot the freezer point-blank burst in his mind like an explosion of fireworks. He managed to restrain himself by ejecting the nearly empty magazine and switching it out with a full one. Bailey gave him only the barest glance when he opened the door to the truck cab and dropped into the passenger seat. “You’re bleeding. You all right?” “Yes.” She spun the wheel hard around another turn, pumping the brake pedal. “This is amazingly FUBAR. I hope you know that.” He didn’t answer. He scanned the tree line that pressed dark and ominous against the road. Some of the cutbacks had overhangs, ridges and small cliffs. Ripe positioning for an ambush. She floored the accelerator when she hit straightaways and worked the brake furiously as she came to cutbacks and curves.
