Kelson slams the gear shift. The car lunges forward, closing the gap. Savage leans out the window, wind whipping his hair, and fires three perfectly placed rounds into the van’s rear tire.
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"Kelson, if we flip this thing, I’m not filling out the paperwork," Mac yells over the roar of the engine. OF - Rick Kelson & Mac Savage.mp4
Kelson doesn't look at him. "If we flip this thing, Savage, we’ll be too dead to care."
The van ahead swerves, its back doors swinging open. A man in a trench coat leans out with a prototype pulse rifle—the very tech they’ve been tracking for months. The first shot turns a nearby dumpster into molten slag. Kelson slams the gear shift
The van shrieks, metal grinding against asphalt, and flips into a spectacular roll, crashing through the gates of an abandoned shipyard. Kelson slides the interceptor to a halt just inches from the wreckage.
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Next to him, Mac Savage is reloading a heavy revolver. Mac is the loose cannon, a guy who wears Hawaiian shirts under a Kevlar vest and thinks "property damage" is just a suggestion. They are chasing a van through the neon-soaked rain of Industrial District 4.