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will motivate you.”
    â€œTo do what? My dad’s stuff can’t be accessed remotely.”
    â€œWe’ll return to New York as soon as we—”
    The SUV lurches forward as something crashes into us from behind. Congers and the dark-haired agent on my other side brace themselves against the seat in front, and Graham hits the gas. Congers twists in his seat, as do I, trying to see what hit us, but all I register is headlights closing fast.
    It’s the minivan we just passed.
    â€œGoddamn idiot road rager!” shouts Graham.
    â€œDon’t bet on it!” Congers snaps, then grabs my hair. “Who is it?” he hisses in my ear.
    â€œNo idea!”
    He releases my hair and glares out the rear window. “It looks like there’s only one, but there might be more ahead to box us in. We need to take this one out now.”
    The van smashes into us again, honking, staying hard on our tail. Graham slams on the brakes, and the driver of the minivan slows accordingly, narrowly avoiding another collision. The van careens around us and speeds ahead. Its brake lights flash. “What the hell is he doing?” Graham asks.
    â€œStop the vehicle!” shouts Congers as he peers out the windshield. “Now! Now!” The note of panic in his voice startles me. The minivan is pulling to the side of the road, so it would be easy enough to pass it.
    Instead, Graham stomps on the brakes, and we all jerk forward. “Open the back!” Congers calls, throwing himself over our rear seat and leaping out as the hatch swings up. I twist to see him lugging an honest-to-God shoulder-mounted RPG launcher from a case on the floor of the trunk. “Get out! Get the prisoners out! Get behind me!”
    I turn back around and look up ahead to see what’s got him so freaked. My heart stops.
    It’s my mom. She emerges from the driver’s side of the minivan, which is parked about ten yards ahead. One of her arms is in a sling, but in her other hand is a semi-automatic, and she raises it and fires at the grille of the SUV, looking more pissed than I’ve ever seen her. And to my horror, Christina jumps out of the passenger seat, holding a gun of her own, her eyes blazing with fury and fear as she joins my mom. She raises her weapon, but my mom shoves her behind their vehicle as Mack opens fire.
    â€œMove aside!” Congers calls. “I’ll take care of it!”
    With a freaking
rocket launcher
? “No!” I shout, flipping onto my back and kicking the dark-haired agent next to me in the face. His head
thunks
against the frame of the passenger door he just opened. I kick him again and again, and he stumbles onto the road. I dimly register Leo struggling with an agent in the middle seat, but I can’t worry about him right now. I hook my ankles over the seat and drag myself toward the open door, desperate to stop Congers, who’s about to blow my mom and Christina to bits. My wrists still cuffed behind me, I heave myself out of the SUV.
    The agents are wide-eyed and shouting as they fire on my mom and Christina. But I don’t slow down to look at the minivan—instead I spin and lunge toward Congers, who’s already put the grenade into the barrel and is hefting the green-gray launcher onto his shoulder. “Lovell and Warner, get over here. We’ll need your fire!” he calls as I charge at him.
    Before I reach him, another agent tackles me from behind, and I fall. Knees-hips-chest . . . I turn my head, and my skull hits pavement. Breath explodes from me in a strangled cry as my bones rattle. Graham was the one who hit me; he’s on my back, but I buck my hips and jam my foot back, gritting my teeth at the impact of my heel against flesh and bone. He wheezes, telling me I probably got him in the balls. I raise my head to see Congers peering through the launcher’s sight. “Please!” I cry. “No!”
    He pulls the trigger.