The armored bus, driven by the resolute guard Miller, continued its desperate dash towards the main highway, three minutes away. Inside, the battle had turned critical. Ammunition was running low, and the enemy realized they were losing the element of surprise and time.
"They're closing in! Prepare for impact!" yelled Officer Davis, spitting blood from a grazed cheek.
Two enemy vans, now riddled with bullet holes, swerved simultaneously, attempting a coordinated ramming maneuver. One truck slammed into the left side of the bus, and the other hit the rear axle.
The impact was catastrophic. The armored bus shrieked as the metal buckled, and it lurched violently onto two wheels, sliding across the dirt road. Men inside were thrown against the walls and seats, the unsecured weapons clattering.
"Hold on! We're going over!" Miller screamed, wrestling with the steering wheel, his knuckles white.
