"You sure you can drive this?" Roman asked and I tightened my hands around the steering wheel.
"I've driven worse." I said and Knox glanced toward the armored dashboard.
"This thing weighs about ten tons." Knox said.
"Then it's harder to push around." I said and he smiled despite himself.
Gunfire suddenly cracked across the highway. A motorcycle appeared beside us before another followed behind it and Knox reached for his weapon.
"Incoming." Knox yelled so I accelerated.
The armored truck surged forward while bullets struck the rear plating and I kept the vehicle steady as another biker pulled alongside my window.
Knox fired through the reinforced opening and the motorcycle veered away while Saint's rifle cracked from somewhere behind us.
One biker disappeared from view and another
