Free Rise of the Elgen by Richard Paul Evans

size, it lurched forward, and Jack swerved into the lane left of the lead Escalade. We pulled up to the car’s side, and I could see the guards looking at us with surprise.
    “Here goes,” Jack said. He spun the wheel to the right, forcing the moving van into the side of the Escalade. His timing was perfect as he pushed the car directly into the barrier between the exit and thefreeway. The car smashed into the railing at nearly seventy-five miles per hour, flipping the car end over end.
    Jack was grinning. “Just like Grand Theft Auto. Only better.”
    I unbuckled and climbed to the back. “Ian!” I shouted. “Are we good?”
    “They’re thirty feet behind us!” he shouted.
    “Now, Taylor.”
    Taylor put her head down and concentrated on rebooting the driver of the car behind us.
    “You got him,” Ian said.
    I braced myself against the wall. “Jack, now!’
    Jack slammed on the brakes as hard as he could. There was a big jolt as the Escalade plowed into the van, followed by a second hit, when the rear Escalade plowed into the first. The force of the wreck jarred us, pushing our van partially sideways. All the lights in the back went out. Jack hit the gas again, pulling ahead of the collision.
    “The first car is toast!” Ian shouted. “It’s crumpled!”
    “How bad are we?” Jack shouted over his shoulder.
    “Not sure,” Ian said, looking down. “But I see sparks.” The truck was vibrating and there was a sound of something scraping. “Something’s dragging. I think it’s the lift.”
    “What about the second car?” I asked Ian.
    “We’re good . . . wait.” His expression changed. “No way.”
    “What?” I asked.
    “It’s still running. They’re coming after us.”
    “Jack, the second car survived the crash!” I shouted.
    “I can see him in my mirror!” Jack shouted. He sounded worried.
    “He’s got a big gun,” Ian said. “He’s aiming it at us.” He looked around. “Everyone on the ground. Now!”
    Everyone unbuckled and dropped to the floor.
    Jack shouted, “We can’t outrun him. Are there any guns back there?”
    “McKenna, we need light,” I said.
    She lit up the back of the van.
    Taylor and I crawled to the cabinets and looked through them. “Nothing. Just those RESAT things.”
    “This just keeps getting better!” Jack shouted. “Hold on, kids!” He swerved to the right, and we all tumbled to the other side of the van. Bullets began ripping through the van.
    “Ian, what’s going on out there?”
    “Nothing good. They’ve got a cannon-looking thing.”
    “A what?”
    Suddenly we heard the gun again, though nothing came through the walls this time. The truck dropped and began veering.
    “They shot out our tires!” Jack shouted. “Someone think of something.”
    “Taylor!” I shouted. “Can you reboot them?”
    “It won’t work,” Ian said. “They’ve put their helmets back on.” His brow furrowed. “What kind of gun is that?”
    Ostin crawled to the back and looked out through a bullet hole in the back door. “It’s an antitank gun,” he said. “They’ll blow us sky-high.”
    The truck dropped again as we lost another tire, and Jack swerved wildly trying to keep the vehicle under control. “Someone better think of something fast!” Jack shouted.
    A voice came over the radio. “You’ve got ten seconds to pull the van over, or we will blow you up. Do you understand?”
    “Don’t say anything,” Wade said. “They won’t shoot us.”
    The voice returned. “Ten, nine, eight, seven . . .”
    I looked over at Taylor, then took her hand.
    Jack shouted back, “What do I do?”
    “Four, three, two . . .”
    “Pull over—” I started to yell, but before I could finish there was a loud explosion.
    “Holy cow!” Ian yelled.
    I looked around. We were all there. The walls were still there. The van was still there. “What was that?”
    Ian was just staring at the back door in awe, shaking his head. “The Escalade . . .” He stopped in