Jacob used his symbiote enhanced strength to keep his hands on the steering wheel and to keep the car under his control. But it was difficult when that damn car behind him kept ramming into the back of his expensive classic!
"Shit!" he muttered as the car fishtailed back and forth.
Sparks suddenly flew on the passenger's side as the car bounced of the guardrail. Jacob slowed down as little as possible trying to regain control. The moment he did he heard and felt the metal on metal again. This time, his car jerked hard and the backend swung round. He felt as if he was in the flat spin of a jet as he fought the steering wheel.
Selmak counted that they had spun around three times before Jacob was able to get control. He didn't even care if they were pointed in the wrong direction at the moment. He just slammed his foot on the gas and let out the clutch, peeling rubber as they sped off.
Their escape was short lived. A third car came from no where, slamming into the side of Jacob's. He did the only thing he could do. He threw an arm over Janet and held her firmly in her seat as the car flipped and rolled across the road and down a short embankment. Then the car finally came to a jerking stop.
"You alright?" he asked while checking her for a head injury.
"I'm fine!" she replied.
"Stay here…it's me they want," he said, reaching under his seat.
Thankfully the gun was securely fastened and was where it should be when his hand latched onto it. He yanked it out and unbuckled at the same time.
"I'm so sorry, Janet," he said, quickly kissing her on the cheek.
A bullet ricocheted off his car as he emerged causing him to duck. Glancing up, he saw a figure and just fired his gun. Two shots and the figure went down. But two more appeared.
"Ahh!" he cried out feeling a bullet penetrate his right shoulder.
The pain caused him to drop his gun. With Selmak being left handed, it was no problem as Jacob picked up the gun with his good hand and started shooting. He was able to take out one more target before a voice from the front of his car shouted at him.
"Drop your gun or I shoot the woman!"
'Do it Jacob!' Selmak told him, dampening the pain he felt in his right shoulder as best as she could under the circumstances. 'Surrender now, we can escape later.'
'And if we can't escape later?'
'We will,' she replied confidently.
"DROP IT!"
"Ok…I'm dropping my gun!" Jacob shouted, tossing his gun away. "Just leave the woman out of this! It's me you want. She has nothing to do with this."
In the fading sunlight, Jacob could see the gunmen were wearing all black and had masks on. He even understood the language they were speaking to each other. It wasn't English but it wasn't Goa'uld either. That's was about all he saw and heard before he was face down in the dirt. Selmak started trembling within. He received a huge adrenaline surge from her and wrestled his way to his feet.
There were four of them. Neither was fighting fair as one kicked Jacob hard in the groin and another put a bullet in his leg. He found himself face down again. Still, he struggled until something was jabbed hard into the back of his neck.
Selmak screamed loudly within his mind and Jacob reiterated the cry of pain with his own voice. A few moments later the darkness fell over him and Selmak.