Speeding down the bumpy road as fast as this truck would go, which really was not very fast compared to the motorcycles following close behind, â€œPersistent fuckers,â€ Bridget hissed under her breath. Her gaze flickered between the rearview window and the road head of her as she drove. Every move she made was critical, one screw up and it was all over, especially when responsible for saving so many people. It came as no surprise to her that the fact that she had to keep an eye on the road and couldnâ€™t use that rifle she picked up to pick off a few krauts herself was eating at her either. Taking a risk anyway, she decided to make use of the rifle she picked up and aimed for the car next to them and shot at it. Too focused on the road she could not see if she hit the car but it backed off slightly for just a few moments, inching closer once again.<br/><br/>Not even a few seconds later the truck jolted suddenly as one of the tires was blown out which had caused her to lose control of the vehicleâ€™s movements for a moment. Desperately, she fought to regain control refusing to let the Nazis win this little battle. After nearly going off the road or flipping over she eventually got the truck under enough control but the ride had become a lot rougher. Now it was a constant struggle to keep the truck under control, its movements now limited.<br/><br/>Bridget looked beside her and noticed that the car had caught up again, driver with his gun aimed right at her. She barely managed to duck the bullet that zoomed over her head at the last minute. As much as she wanted to ram the bastard off the road she couldnâ€™t with company on board. Biting the inside of her lip again, she took her hand off the wheel for just a moment and responded with a shot of her own, which unfortunately missed. One of the motorcycles suddenly caught up, but instead of aiming for her from the other side of the truck he tried grabbing for the door handle, balancing on his vehicle. Damn kraut was trying to get in but there was no way in hell she was going to let him! They had come too far to fail now; she was behind the wheel so she would make sure they reached their destination.<br/><br/>Suddenly, in the side mirror she caught sight of another car heading their way, going about as fast as they were. Cursing under her breath again she tried to get out of the way as best she could  but with a blown tire that didnâ€™t seem to be working out so well The truck shuddered as it struggled on down the road, the car heading their way didnâ€™t seem to make any attempt to move out of the way. Countering with an attempt of her own to get out of the way seemed to work well enough, and to her surprise a man popped out of the passenger side and shot a few rounds off at the motorcycles. Seems like they had something against the Nazis and were trying to be a hero, but they were on their side either way from the looks of things<br/><br/>Whoever that had been, perhaps a member of the resistance since the time they were given for the rescue was just about up, she was grateful for whatever help they were trying to give. Bridget sighed with relief but knew they were still not out of the woods.