The helicopter’s searchlight caught the SUV mid-charge, tires hissing on wet pavement. Dan dove aside as the vehicle slammed into his trailer, ripping open the steel panels like paper.
The suited man emerged from the passenger side, face streaked with blood and rain. “Give me the cylinder!” he screamed.
The agent raised her rifle. “Don’t.” Her tone didn’t rise, but it carried over the storm like thunder with purpose.
For one long second, no one moved—until the blue light in Dan’s hand began to flash faster and faster.
