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"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye out for the cops," Jacob joked. He hadn't felt this rush in ages. And yes while he was freaked out of his mind that they were outnumbered, the adrenaline of being back in action couldn't be ignored. His hand reached up to grab the handle and hold on as he felt the car accelerating before coming to a jolting halt. The smell of rubber burned his nose and before he could react to the still silence, he'd leaned out the window to shoot an art cyclist. The car was nearing just as fast as the motorcyclist, but not fast enough to beat the flying bullets. They were hit from the back again causing Jacob to miss his shot. Jacob's skilled eye managed to get both tires causing both motorcyclists to finally spin out and crash into one another. Instantly he shot back in the window as they managed to come through the fire, but he felt the car eventually come to a stop.<br/>
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The car that had been following behind them couldn't be seen through the thick cloud of smoke and burning fire.<br/>
"You think we lost them?" He had every reason to be suspicious that they knew these roads better than Ash and himself. And worse, with all the commotion, if there were any zombies around they would soon be heading their way. Sure enough there was the sound of skidding tires and staring ahead was the same car, pushing faster and faster. "Shit shit shit. Reverse!" Jacob's hand met the dashboard with quick staccato slaps as he urged her to put the car back in motion. It was clear both sides didn't have any reservations on killing the other, especially once they got all they could from Ash and Jacob. <br/>
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