Red drove fast, his eyes fixed on the road, pushing the car to its limit. His mind could only think of Ashley and the van he'd heard about through his earpiece.
"They took a left," came a voice, and without question, Red yanked the wheel.
The tires screeched, leaving dark streaks across the concrete. Smoke rose from the rubber, but he didn't slow down. Red kept driving until he spotted the plateless van in the distance.
"Found it," he reported, hand on his earpiece. "We're going to tail it."
As soon as the words left his mouth, several voices from the other teams came through. He ignored them, slapping the earpiece away and keeping his focus on the vehicle ahead.
Seated beside him, Tank was already assembling a rifle. He snapped his eyes up, tracking the van from a distance in case Red lost sight of it.
Three cars in total were heading this way; the others had spread out to cover all possible routes.
"Tank," Red murmured, and Tank nodded.
