Grika threw a glance over her shoulder. “Shit,” she said. The vehicle bearing down on them was low to the ground, a highway ripper. It wouldn’t be able to follow them onto rough terrain. Unfortunately, it was flat for clicks in every direction. The orc at the wheel was leaning forward and grinning, his eyes hidden by a tinted pair of goggles.
“Keep an eye on them,” Grika said.
Skeggi climbed into the back and grabbed the rifle. Grika put Betsy in high gear and they shot forward. A few moments later the highway ripper increased speed and continued to
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