I crossed my arms and leaned back, angry that I had fallen for his stupid trick. I glanced in the rearview mirror, realizing the last time I had was five minutes ago.

At least twenty black sedans were following us.

Black sedans. Ugh. You'd think after all this time they'd be less cliché'.

"Ok, twenty black sedans are tailing us, and their engines are obviously built for speed."

Fang nodded grimly. A look of pleasure crossed his face.

"They're no match for the Fangmobile."

"What?!"

"Do you want them to catch us or something?"

"No, I mean, the 'Fangmobile'? No way."

A video screen on the dashboard began to flicker.

"We'll discuss the name later." Fang said.

If he honestly thought I would let him call this the 'Fangmobile' he was sadly mistaken.

Jeb's face flickered to life in the screen.

"Max? Fang? Can you hear me? I repeat, can you hear or see me?" he said.

I turned it toward me.

"Yeah Jeb, we're here. We're fine." I looked over at the speedometer. It read one-twenty. My eyes widened. "We're safe…to some extent. We have about twenty black sedans following us though, but that's good because they think everyone is in this car. Fang and I were just trying to think of a plan to lose them."

Jeb sighed with a pained look on his face. "I wish Iggy had gone with you. Only two cars were able to follow us, and luckily Iggy had a few bombs on hand."

I rolled my eyes and grinned. "Way to go, Ig!" I said loudly so he could hear.

"Thanks Max!" I heard him call from the back seat.

"So, where are you guys right now? Everybody okay?" I asked Jeb. I could see scenery moving by fast through his window.

Jeb squinted at the road and looked out his window. "Just a second Max."

Ari reached over and turned the screen towards himself. "Hey Max, Dad's on a difficult road." I'm not exactly sure where we are, but nobody's on our tail." The screen began to get fuzzy.

Great.

"Ok, um," I said, trying to think and talk quickly before we lost our connection. "I think the highway is practically deserted, we'll lose them on there. Ask Jeb if this thing has any weapons."

Ari asked Jeb. "Okay, he said yes. He said a manual should be in the compartment under your seat."

"A manual?" I said questioningly. This thing seemed a bit too high-tech and…experimental to have a manual.

Ari shrugged. "The whitecoats need to know how to work it too. We're breaking up Max, be careful."

"You too, Ari. Tell the Flock to be careful too."

"You got it." He said. The screen went blank.

I turned to Fang. "Can I drive now?"

"Do you expect me to stop, get out, and most likely get attacked by Flyboys just so you can drive?"

I put on a fake thoughtful face.

"No." was his swift reply.

"Great." I muttered. "Now I have to find out where the weapons are in this stupid manual." I reached under my seat and pulled out a book that was at least four inches thick. My eyes widened.

"Hey, um, Fang, what would you say to just winging it?" I asked sheepishly.

"Very punny, Max." he replied. "They'd shoot us down easy."

I nodded. "Our only shot now is losing them all on the highway."

"Or blowing them to smithereens."

"That too." I sighed and opened the enormous manual.

I felt a sudden jolt, and realized one of our pursuers had tried to ram us from behind. I saw Fang's chest slam into the steering wheel, as I was dearly decapitated my seatbelt Fang. I couldn't hear what he said, but I had a feeling he swore under his breath. He whipped his head around, giving the scratchless Sedan behind us a death glare.

I looked forward and realized a panel slid up when Fang had slammed into the wheel. An electronic voice said, "Select defense options."

My eyes widened. Who needed some stupid manual!

I reached forward and started pressing random things until I came to a menu. Fang reached out to touch an option. "Two hands on the wheel at all times!" I said loudly. We were at least going at at least one-forty.

Fang obediently put his hands back on the wheel. "Does this thing have warp drive or something?" he asked.'

I scrolled through the menu. "Nothing about warp drive. Wait a sec, ok, you're gonna love this. You can watch but you have to promise to drive straight. Remember that thing about my ghost?"

Fang nodded. This was going to be too good.

I pressed the button looking in the rearview mirror. The car beeped as water sprayed out of a jet built into the back of the car. It was like a power washer, but like a power washer that was like Nudge on coffee. Deathly and out of control. It actually stopped the car and entered through the grill and sprayed through the air conditioning vents. It's a bit hard to describe, but basically, we ended up watching four Flyboys driving the car behind us shorting out. The car without a driver skidded across the damp road, taking two others with it. Fang grinned. Suddenly, the sound of machine gun fire graced my ears.

Great.

Adrenaline began pumping through my system, putting me on high alert. The Flyboys were getting more aggressive. Through the rearview mirror I could see them with their glowing red eyes bearing down on us. That's when I realized what was going on. They had been toying with us this whole time, this wasn't nearly all they had.

A car on our right began speeding to our side, perhaps to knock us off the road. Fang swerved a bit to the left as I rapidly looked through weapons menus on the panel in front of me. A slightly maniacal grin crossed my face. I pressed one of the buttons hard.

To our right we heard the sound of exploding tires. The car swerved on the wet road and into the trees, flipping as it entered the woods.

"How did you do that?" Fang asked with surprise, constantly adding more pressure to the pedal.

"This thing was guns in the tires!"

I heard machine gun fire and ducked instinctively. A Flyboy in the car behind us was shooting and not wasting any time. A few bullet ricoched off the back, but one must have found a weak point in the back windshield because it shattered, spilling broken glass chips across Fang and me.

"That's it." I heard Fang mutter. He reached over and threw the car into the next gear.

The Flyboys were going to do anything to capture us, especially with the Director at their head. The highway exit was coming up ahead, and we swerved onto it, just missing a metal barrier. It luckily wasn't very busy, but the few people driving on it got out of the way as fast as possible.

The Sedans were fast, I could tell the Flyboys were giving it all they had now, but the…"Fangmobile" was obviously faster. They fanned out across the highway behind us, tailing us, occasionally knocking into us.

"We have to lose them." I stated.

"No, really? I had no clue." Fang muttered, obviously ticked. "Any ideas?"

I scrolled through the weapons menus. "I can't find anything that would help us out this second."

Suddenly, the car lurched as something heavy landed on our roof. I heard another thunk, and another. I whipped my head around and saw two Flyboys trying to climb into the car through our back window.

"Fang!" I shrieked. They Flyboys were swarming the car, trying to get in.

He gritted his teeth and looked back. He whipped his head around, locking his hands around the wheel. "Hang on!" he yelled.