Jack jumped into the back of the truck right as it was taking off through the crowded parking garage.  He almost lost his balance as the truck weaved, but managed to hold on his his free hand.  The heavy sub-machine gun was working against him.  After a few long and scary seconds he managed to pull himself all the way into the truck's bed.  Scared scientists clung to each other and to the truck as it speed along.<br/><br/>From the rear curtain Jack could see a car and some motorcycles taking off after them.  He knelt and tried to steady himself and his gun, as the truck burst out from the garage into the crisp night air.  The car was gaining on them and there was the flash of gunfire from the passenger's side.  Jack did his best to aim and fired a burst back.  It almost put him off balance again as the truck sped along a bumpy country road.<br/><br/>Behind the unscathed car four motorcycles pulled around, aiming for the truck like missiles.   They were moving impossibly quickly, even over the rough sections of road.  Jack shifted his aim and let out another burst.  He watched one of the motorcycles flip in mid-air and crash to earth.  The car swerved to avoid the downed rider and his bike.<br/><br/>Jack took aim at the car again and let out another burst.  He could see it hit the passenger's side window, before the other gunman popped up again, firing out of the destroyed front window.  There was not much time to aim again, before a bullet sped past Jack and into a scientist behind him.  There was an anguished scream, and Jack left off another controlled burst, hoping that his ammunition would hold out.  The other three motorcycles were pulling along side the truck now and he could see the white of the drivers' eyes.  They looked determined as death.