I turned my head to look back. The Terminator was right behind us.
"Hold on." Reese drove on resolutely, eyes grim, jaw tight. More bullets pummeled into the back of the sedan. I ducked again, gasping.
We approached a busy intersection with cars whizzing past in both directions. The lights had just turned red - but instead of slowing - Reese floored the accelerator. I held on for dear life as we shot through the intersection, barely missing being hit by an oncoming bus. I stared at him in disbelief. Was he crazy? He was going to get us both killed!
Reese spun the wheel, turning sharply and roared up another street. Behind us, the Terminator shot through an open pocket of traffic and fired a burst at the car. Bullets raked the rear fender. Reese feinted right, then left. In the distance, the wail of sirens grew louder as the police joined in the chase.
I looked out the side window to see a bus-load of tourists pass us in the other lane. They were all craning out the windows, excitedly pointing and snapping pictures of the Terminator with their digital cameras.
Swearing hotly, Reese slowed the car down to fifty miles an hour. Ahead was some sort of traffic jam. In the next lane, an annoying kid was licking his ice-cream and pulling faces at me. When he saw Reese bring out the shotgun and fire back at the fast approaching Terminator, the kid's jaw dropped open. The ice-cream cone fell from his hand.
Without hesitation, Reese suddenly vaulted the car over the kerb and we hurtled down the sidewalk. "Get out of the way!" I yelled to everyone. People and pets alike scattered before the charging sedan – we smashed into someone's scooter, knocked over a billboard, plowed through a cart of bananas and mangoes. Squashed fruit splattered all over the windshield.
Shooting past the road block, Reese wrenched the car onto a turn-off. We shot out onto the freeway, doing ninety. The car behind screeched to a halt and another smashed into it with a loud sickening crunch.
I looked back - the Terminator was still hot on our heels. Pulling up alongside me, he lifted his assault rifle. My eyes widened in horror.
"Keep your head down!" Reese roughly pushed the back of my head into my lap. My passenger window exploded inwards. With his other hand, Reese cranked the wheel, viciously slamming into the motorbike. The bike skidded sideways, throwing up a shower of sparks. When I looked back, I saw the fallen motorbike skidding across the road.
But no Terminator.
Where did he go? I tried not to freak, but wasn't very successful. What happened to the body!
Suddenly, the door beside me was yanked open. The Terminator - clinging to the side of the car - reached in and seized my neck in a crushing hold. I couldn't breathe much less scream. Reese grabbed his Remington and fired.
Missed.
I squeezed my eyes shut. The twelve-gauge went off inches from my ear. For a moment, I couldn't hear anything, and almost blacked out from lack of air and pain. The shotgun exploded again. The Terminator flew back from the impact and smacked the road in a sliding tumble. Reese gripped my shirt and dragged me back in just before I was yanked out with the Terminator onto the road.
