Hunter's monster truck roared through the jungle, tearing branches and sending mud flying.
Behind him, the elites gave chase, their headlights cutting through the night. Bullets rattled against the armored body of his truck, but the vehicle held firm.
Hunter gripped the wheel, eyes sharp, weaving left and right through the uneven track.
The jungle echoed with gunfire and the roar of engines. He touched his earpiece.
"Knight, talk to me. Have you reached the docks?"
Static buzzed, broken voices cutting in and out before Knight's voice finally came through. His tone was calm, but Hunter could hear the tightness underneath.
"We ran into trouble. Some of them followed us into the jungle.
They set up a block, and we walked straight into an ambush.
Our truck is gone—burned out. But don't worry, we made it out alive. I already dealt with most of the attackers."
