CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY SEVEN – MAKING NEW PLANS ON THE SPOT

They burst back onto the road, but now they had four vehicles in pursuit. The situation was rapidly spiraling out of control. "We need a new plan," Maxwell said through gritted teeth. "We'll never make it to the safe house like this." Cassie's mind raced. They needed a diversion, something big enough to throw off their pursuers. Her eyes fell on a nearby construction site, where a large crane was lifting a heavy load of steel beams. "Maxwell, head for that construction site," she ordered. Maxwell raised an eyebrow but complied, swerving towards the site. As they approached, Cassie leaned out the window, took aim with her pistol, and fired three rapid shots. The crane's cables snapped with a thunderous crack. The load of steel beams came crashing down, creating a massive barrier across the road behind them. Their pursuers screeched to a halt, trapped behind the fallen beams. For the moment, they had bought themselves some breathing room. "Nice shot," Maxwell said, a hint of admir