I quickly scanned our surroundings, my mind racing through tactical options. The street was dimly lit, lined with closed shops and a few late-night establishments.
The sniper shot had come from our left side—likely from an elevated position in one of the nearby buildings—but we had no idea if there were ground teams or additional attackers closing in. Outrunning them was no longer an option.
"Daisy, move the car toward that street store! Smash through it!" I ordered, pointing ahead to a corner convenience store with large glass windows and a brightly lit interior. "We can't outrun them. The sniper must be up on the left, but we don't know about backups. Get us off the street now!"
Daisy didn't hesitate. She floored the accelerator despite the ruined tires. The engine roared in defiance as the heavy luxury car lurched forward, gaining speed with a grinding, metallic screech.
