Haji had two options: one was to fight back—get his rifle in position and take down as many people as he could.
The other option was… to keep going.
Perhaps too late—or too soon—but Haji had realized what kind of place this was.
Every building was occupied by no fewer than three people, shooting at him. Some were on the rooftops, others right on the ground. They were prepared; none of them exposed themselves or chose positions where they could be taken down easily.
These people were not half as lame as one might think.
Even with the electricity of the entire city—possibly the entire region by now—cut off, they still managed to take advantage of the darkness. But that advantage also belonged to Haji. Without lights while driving, they couldn't shoot him properly.
I can't keep going like this, though, he thought, wincing as the sting in his leg worsened and began to tremble.
I've got to do something.
But what?
