Free Path of Ranger: Volume 1 by RJ

The foe sped up.
    With a short avulsion the Cadillac was running on the narrow road. JB wasn’t exactly sure what to do next, but he felt quite confident in an improvisation.
    There was nothing around, just a road in a desert. Some small city shined with lights several miles ahead. He could get there to try to confuse the ‘tail’ and get away, but he didn’t have much time.
    What should I do?
    That question was bothering him as an annoying scratch inside his head. Three against one. If he tried to counter them directly the chances to win were too weak. A single body armor vest wouldn’t save him from a headshot.
    I need to get some advantage…
    He saw a small road cafe that lay in a half mile ahead. It was at least something, a possibility to hide. Even if it wasn’t good for permanent cover it would suffice for another unexpected maneuver. There was a lawn in front of it, and a large architectural sign right near the road. Right between the grass and the logo there was an entry to the backyard parking lot. The whole area itself was fenced off from the desert with a high brick wall, all except the road. A closed narrow space, which looked perfect for JB’s upcoming plan.
    Only about three hundred yards left. JB checked a rear view mirror, the Ford was catching up. The gangster stepped on the gas, his speed grew. And soon after, right before the turn, he used the handbrake to make a sharp turn. The SUV drifted inside, leaving a cloud of smoke and a black trail behind it. The car disappeared behind the wall.
    “You saw that? Yo, hustle up! Don’t let him bail!” one of the passengers shouted at the Ford’s driver.
    The Ford made the same turn. It performed as wide an arc as the road allowed and, keeping the high speed, went through the entrance. The next turn to the left led to parking lot itself. The gray car rushed right there, exactly what JB wanted them to do.
    He had used the time of his advantage to turn around his Escalade inside the parking lot. There was no other way out. Bridgers picked a better position to wait for the tail. Then he switched the gears to the lowest level for an abrupt start and began stalling on the spot to take the most speed on the launch. These vehicles sounded quite differently, enough for JB to recognize Ford’s entrance. As soon as he heard the braking sound from around the corner he released the handbrake handle. The Escalade rushed forward. When the pursuers took the last turn, the first thing they saw was a huge SUV coming at them. The driver panicked and in an attempt to avoid a collision he turned the wheel once more. The Ford crashed into the restaurant’s ramp.
    The strangers were trapped, there was no time to run and only a split second was separating them from the hit. The truck was supposed to smash the smaller vehicle from the side. But all the bandits felt was a slight bump. Of course, because of intensity of the situation they didn’t get what happened at once.
    Soon after JB had seen the other car, he hit the brakes. He never planned to smash them, just wanted to create the appearance of it. He wanted them to trap themselves. And then he just pressed the Ford against the wall with his Escalade. All doors were blocked, they had nowhere to go.
    Bridgers fixed his truck in that position and went out. He looked pissed when walking to the sedan, the gun in his hand wasn’t good news either. He wanted to let them know from the very start that he wasn’t toying around. The driver turned up his head from the wheel, his nose was broken, the face got bruised, and his blood spilled all over it. The first thing he saw after his vision cleared up was his companion that sat still staring at the white thug through the windshield.
    JB leaned against the ramp into which the car crashed. He was up to giving them a minute to recover. The Desert Eagle shined with its silver gloss in his hand. The big guy stood still, never made a sound, just staring at those in the broken car. They