Chapter 10: Evasive Maneuvers
Chapter 10: Evasive Maneuvers
I wrenched the steering wheel hard to the right, taking a blind, narrow corner at nearly ninety miles an hour. The heavy SUV drifted sideways, the chassis groaning under the sheer G-force as tires burned violently against the asphalt, leaving thick black streaks behind us. Despite the reckless turn, the black sedan stayed glued to my blind spot, moving with the synchronized precision of a professional hit squad.
Years ago, long before I traded combat boots for tailored suits and entered the corporate world, I spent five grueling years in private security and tactical driving. I knew how to lose a tail. As we approached a straightaway lined with parked vehicles, muscle memory took over.
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I waited until the sedan crept up to clip my rear quarter panel—the classic PIT maneuver setup. At the exact right millisecond, I slammed my foot on the brakes. The heavy SUV shuddered as the sedan rammed our rear bumper with a deafening CRUNCH of tearing metal. Using their own momentum against them, I instantly floored the gas and jerked the wheel.
The sudden loss of resistance sent the black sedan careening wildly out of control. In the rearview mirror, I watched the vehicle skid across two lanes, sparking aggressively before it slammed head-on into a line of parked cars. Sparks showered across the pavement in a brilliant arc as their crushed vehicle finally plowed into a heavy iron fire hydrant, shearing it off its base and sending a massive geyser of water rocketing into the night air. We were clear. For now.
