Moments later, they cut off the seatbelt holding Dave firm in his seat, then they dragged him out. Dave was unconscious, his body limp as he was hauled away like a sack of potatoes.
That was when Luke stirred. Pain shot through him as he forced his eyes open just in time to see Dave being carried off. He tried to speak, but no sound came out. Before he could fight through the dizziness and pain, his vision blurred again.
Through the haze, he finally understood what had happened.
The vehicle that had rammed them was an armored car lying in ambush by the roadside. It had been hidden cleverly behind the trees, its jet-black paint blending perfectly into the darkness. That was why the two SUVs ahead of them hadn't noticed anything unusual when they passed.
