The driver was a burly man in his thirties with a big beard and a fierce look in his eyes.
He showed no signs of slowing down.
The massive wheels crushed the pavement, the engine letting out a deafening roar.
Fifty meters from the checkpoint.
Thirty meters.
Ten meters.
"Stop!" the police chief shouted from the side of the road. "Open fire! If they don't stop, open fire!"
Not a single officer dared to shoot.
David stood in the middle of the road.
The red semi-truck finally slammed on its brakes five meters in front of him.
PSSSHHH—
The hiss of the air brakes was like the gasp of a great beast.
The massive front of the truck came to a halt less than half a meter from David's body.
The scorching radiator grille blasted waves of heat, searing David's face.
The window rolled down.
The bearded driver leaned his head out.
He looked at David.
His face was covered in coal dust, and deep wrinkles lined the corners of his eyes.
