Rain blurred the windshield as Rook pushed the crippled rig harder than he thought possible. The gauges flickered, needles pinned against the red. But the truck held together, its frame groaning as if it shared his desperation.
The black semis stalked him like predators. One slid up beside him, steel grill gleaming in his mirrors. Rook swore and jerked the wheel. But instead of swerving, he felt momentum shift inside his chest, like he'd swallowed the weight of the truck next to him. The pursuing semi jerked sideways, tires howling, and plowed through a guardrail.
Rook gasped, sweat pouring. He wasn't just driving. He was bending physics itself.
Behind him, the remaining Freights didn't falter. Their CBs hissed in unison, one metallic voice splitting across all three radios.
"You cannot outrun the highway. Surrender."
Rook slammed the dash. "To hell with you."