Dane's POV:
The van tears through the night at a brutal pace, engine screaming as we punch straight through the wall of fire behind us.
Flames lick at the windows, reflections strobing across the interior in violent flashes of orange and red.
Heat bleeds through the armored shell, turning the metal floor into something that burns through boots.
Only when the town finally falls away behind us,reduced to glowing embers and drifting ash,do my legs give out.
Exhaustion hits all at once, sudden and crushing.
"What have ya done?" the old degenerate sobs, his voice cracked raw.
"Ya cunt. He's gonna come for ya. He's gonna—"
I don't let him finish.
I smash the butt of my gun into his forehead. The sound is dull, final.
He collapses in a heap, unconscious, his body sliding against the wall as the van swerves.
"Captain—" Ivan calls out. His voice is different now.
Lower.
Careful.
