Before Terrence Grant and Seraphina Sterling could even react, another bullet tore straight through the windshield!
"Terrence Grant! That's either an M107 or an M14! What kind of major players did you piss off to have them bring out high-end hardware like this to kill you? This is all imported stuff!" Seraphina Sterling exclaimed through gritted teeth, her head ducked low. It was obvious at least two different groups were attacking them!
"Cut the crap! Just protect yourself!" Terrence Grant accelerated again. The enemy had already set up an ambush on this road. If they got out of the car or even slowed down now, they'd just be waiting for the enemy snipers to pick them off one by one.
The car hadn't gone much farther when—BANG! BANG!—two shots blew out their tires. Terrence Grant made a snap decision. "Jump! Into the woods!"
The moment he spoke, the three of them bailed from the car simultaneously. The pitch-black night gave them the best cover.
