The n in the truck almost felt a slight sense of relief when Jarvis’s team agreed on their plan. After all, that was the only way they could gain the upper hand against Lola.
The crazy woman hot on their tail was insane, but she was also a crazy sharpshooter.
If the road they took beca rockier, she would be busier maneuvering that motorcycle. That would be the mont they could take her down.
But alas...
Thud!
Their breaths hitched as they felt a sudden bounce at the back of the truck. For a second, their world ca to a standstill as dread crawled up their spines so fast it made them shiver.
"No—shit," the man in the back breathed out, cocking his head back to look at the shattered rear window. The mont he did, all he saw was a muzzle slipped between the gaps of the grill, and Lola peeking in with wide eyes.
"Hello there," she greeted, like a ghost. "And goodbye."
The man’s face twisted as he hissed, "Fuck—"
BANG! BANG!
"Damn!" the driver shouted as he instinctively jerked the steering wheel off course.
His action nearly threw Lola off the back of the truck. Thankfully, she was gripping the grill as she slumped lower.
At the sa ti, the man in the passenger seat twisted around and opened fire. The bullet passed through the gaps in the grill, nearly clipping Lola’s fingers. He fired again, only for the bullet to strike the grill directly, ricochet, and hit him square between the brows.
Thud!
The driver gasped, glancing sideways just in ti to see his colleague go limp after being killed by his own rebounding bullet.
"Fucking idiot!" the driver hissed, his entire body beginning to shake uncontrollably.
This was the first ti he had ever felt fear like this. He had fought before—killed, murdered even. The dead body inside the truck didn’t faze him. But knowing he was the last one left—and that he was next—made his hands tremble.
"Fuck..." he muttered, jerking the wheel into another turn and veering completely off Haji’s path. At the sa ti, another gunshot echoed inside the truck.
Lola was trying to kill him.
Thanks to the seat behind him, she couldn’t get a clear shot—or so he thought.
"Ah!" he shouted, yanking his arm back on instinct.
The driver stared down at it, realizing he was bleeding. Lola had grazed his arm, and the pain made him hiss sharply.
The truck began to slow as pain spread through his body. Steering with only one hand now, he pressed his wounded arm against his stomach. He couldn’t lean forward because doing so would give her a clean shot.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" he gasped, panic breaking through. "Damn it..."
His heart sank as he realized this was the end. There was no escape. One way or another, Lola would kill him. She had killed everyone else, even forced Jarvis to flee the city.
The thought settled deep, heavy dread in his chest. But at the sa ti, it ignited sothing else—hatred. Spite beyond reason for the woman who had driven him into this corner.
"Fucking bitch," he said calmly, scoffing as he stared ahead. "If I’m dying, then so are you."
His face twisted into a manic grin as laughter spilled from his throat. He slamd his foot down on the pedal, the truck surging forward—no longer controlled like before.
"Hahaha! Die, bitch! Let’s die!"
He laughed madly, eyes fixed on the structure ahead.
Lola, anwhile, froze the mont she noticed the truck’s sudden acceleration. She heard the driver’s laughter—his curses—and her expression tightened. She fired into the truck once more, giving him the illusion she hadn’t realized his intent.
Then she crawled toward the edge of the truck bed.
The vehicle was accelerating fast, and she knew it would only get faster. Before it reached full speed, Lola sucked in a sharp breath.
"Crazy," she muttered, and jumped.
Her body slamd into the pavent and rolled violently, her arms and legs absorbing most of the impact. Thankfully, the suit she wore for this mission was slightly padded. The fall hurt, but not as badly as it could have.
"Ouch..." she groaned, stopping on her stomach, palm pressed to the concrete. "Damn—still hurts."
She spat to the side, her breathing briefly knocked out of her from hitting too hard. After a mont, she sucked in a breath and slowly pushed herself up.
Halfway through standing, a loud explosion thundered in the distance.
She turned her head just in ti to see the truck erupt into flas as it crashed into a building.
"The hell?" she muttered, clicking her tongue as another explosion followed. Debris flew everywhere, the impact so strong that one of the tires rolled straight toward her.
Luckily, she had jumped off early.
A heavy breath escaped her as she dropped onto the road, sitting there and staring at the burning wreck. Her shoulders slumped. She had been moving nonstop since setting foot in this place, and it would be a lie to say she was not exhausted.
"Ravah..." she sighed. "This place is really exhausting."
Then she heard a roar overhead.
Still seated, Lola looked up and spotted fighter jets streaking across the sky.
"..." She blinked, then sighed deeply. "My baby didn’t tell he planned to take over all of Ravah."
Honestly, she was worried about the workload if another country fell under the Zorken family. She had hesitated, but during the ride to the city, Atlas had contacted her and ntioned his plan.
Only the broad strokes. Ravah.
They hadn’t gone into details since the imdiate crisis ca first.
"I don’t think he planned to take Ravah from the start," she muttered, even though the reinforcents were excessive for a rescue mission. Then again... she was involved. That alone explained Atlas’s over-preparedness.
"Never mind," she shook her head. "One problem at a ti."
Lola pushed herself up once she felt steady. She limped slightly, knowing it would fade later.
"Haji should be fine for now," she said to herself, turning away. "Unlike , he’s had plenty of rest behind bars."
Then her face twitched as she rembered him punching himself during the execution.
"That idiot," she muttered, about to jog off and find another vehicle when a motorcycle zipped past the end of the street.
"Huh?"
Lola blinked, brows knitting. Even in that brief mont, the bike’s silhouette was unmistakable.
"Is that..." she narrowed her eyes. "...Scarlet?"
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