Alex didn’t bother responding. Instead, he floored the accelerator and gripped the steering wheel tighter. In the rearview mirror he could see headlights gaining ground fast. They were less than two miles away. “Slow down, damn it! Are you trying to get us killed?” Mr. Green once again brought his gun out for show. “I said, slow it down.” Alex gave him a no-nonsense look before returning his attention to the road. “I sure hope you know how to use that thing.” “I do. Why?” “We’ve been followed since we left the airfield. I would suspect they’re Nevsky’s men. At first, it was a loose tail, but I don’t think they’re catching up to say we forgot something.” Mr. Green nearly pulled a muscle turning to glance out the back window. “Why didn’t you say something?” Alex looked at him sarcastically. “Oh, Mr. I’m-in-charge, what would you have us do? Get out of the car, flag them down, and threaten them with your gun?” “Shit!” Mr. Green screamed, staring at his prized briefcase in the backseat.
