The biplane sailed across the sky
It circled about, the buzz of its engine coming and going on the warm breeze, as it zipped in for another bombing run.
Leaning out the window, Krysty fired a single round from the M-16 at the sky. Yanking the steering wheel back and forth, Ryan sent the Hummer zigzagging down the riverbed. After a few moments, he hit the gas and raced straight for a while, before braking hard and swinging randomly left and right again. Speed was their only armor.
Suddenly, Jak roared past the Hummer on the motorcycle, then swung past in front of the wag.
Running was something Ryan hated to do, but dying was a lot worse.