At the same time…
The winding mountain road bucked under the weight of engines pushed past their limits.
Four Escalades tore down the asphalt, their frames rattling from the uneven terrain and the punishment they'd taken breaking away from the mansion grounds.
Behind them, the defenders roared after the convoy—hulking armored SUVs, heavier frames but far more stable on rough inclines.
Their headlights cut through the trees in jittering beams, chasing shadows as much as they chased Gary's people.
Gunfire cracked through the night.
BRRRT—BRRRT—BRRRTTTT~
Minions hung half out the Escalades' windows, rifles kicked against their shoulders as they let off bursts.
The recoil pushed their bodies back against the frames, boots scraping for grip. A few of the smaller ones clung to the door rails outside, bracing their feet against the ridged panels while they fired downward at the road to scatter the defenders' aim.
Return fire hammered back instantly.
