"They're pulling away. Don't lose them!"
"I have no intentions of i..." But Finch's answer was cut off by a massive impact dangerously sending their car into skid to the right.
Every ounce of Harold's concentration was focused on keeping them on the road. "Hang on!"
Though many physical aspects of Finch's life had been adversely affected by his accident, his talent for driving had not. Harold waited for that golden second, where the tires caught just enough friction for him to accelerate into the slide and regained control.
Carter didn't even have a chance to worry about the car, her focus was on a new threat. "Damn, there's another one!" She hung out the window, aiming her gun over the roof of their car toward the second truck that had joined the battle.
Finch matched its speed so Carter could empty her gun into the windshield, but bullet proof glass rendered her 9mm useless.
She saw the rear window being lowered. "Finch! In coming!" She drew back into her seat, just in time to duck and brace against both, a barrage of machine-gunfire and Finch's erratic swerving to avoid the blanketing onslaught.
The rear windshield shattered into hailing chunks of glass that sprayed across seat. Finch swerved, narrowly missing a row of parked cars by mere inches.
Carter climbed into the back. "Their coming again! Go, go, go!"
The heavy truck came in for another driving attack. Its three-ton mass bore down on the smaller car just as Carter knocked out the remnants of the dangling windshield and opened fire with one of John's M-4s. She shot into the opened window, then pelted the driver's side windshield, effectively backing them off.
But the reprieve didn't last long, muzzle flashes again filled the darkness, cutting across the trunk and side of the car. Carter ducked, ejecting the spent clip and slamming in another, "Finch we can't take much more of this!" If it hadn't been for the reenforced doors, they'd already be dead, she acknowledge and resumed fire.
"I know, I know!" Finch yanked the wheel to avoid another volley of gunfire.
"Their gonna ram us from the left!" Carter shouted with added alarm realizing she was also out of ammo.
"Hang on!" Finch slammed the brakes sending Carter piling into the back of the front seats as he dodged a sudden right by the truck. The 4x4 blasted passed, violently jerking back and forth from Finch's unanticipated maneuver.
Carter shook off the impact in time to see a familiar blue streak shoot passed and side swipe the left quarter panel of the truck, sending it into a wild spin.
"Oh shit! Finch lookout!" Carter screamed and clutched the back of the seats as both Finch and Fusco veered, both narrowly missing the truck as it crashed head-on into a barrier.
Their rearview mirror was filled with the exploding wreckage when Carter remembered to breath and dialed her phone. "Fusco. Damn good timing!"
"Don't mention it, figured you were close after seeing the last smoked-out wreck back there. You guys ok? Your car looks like it could double as a pasta strainer."
"Nothin' that won't heal. Finch?" Carter leaned forward, looking Finch over for any signs of injury. His dark suit gave up no secrets, but the spray of shattered glass wasn't shy about leaving bloody scraps across both his neck and hands.
Finch had barely heard the Detective over his still racing heart beat. "I'm fine Detective."
"So, I'm guessing more Mercenaries? And what's up with the ambulances?" Fusco couldn't begin to guess about the rest.
"We believe those ambulances are carrying Mr. Reese and our other victims." Finch said, straining to keep sight of the last Ambulance through the steam spewing from his car's engine. The extreme tire wobble and palpable engine knock were not helping matters either. "And we need to stop them."
"Hope that don't take too much longer. My front tire's about had it and your whole car ain't lookin' to good neither." Fusco didn't know he was putting a voice to Finch's concerns. "At this rate we'll lose em' in a couple mil... Whoa! What the...!? Was that the ambulance?!..."
All they could see was the blur of red lights whipping from side-to-side suddenly shooting into the air then crashing down in a trail of sparks.