MacHale, D.J - Pendragon 07 - The Quillan Games by MacHale D.J

Author:MacHale, D.J [MacHale, D.J]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-03-10T20:00:00+00:00

Veego shot a quick look out the rear window.

“Don’t stop,” she commanded. “Get us out of here!”

On command, the dado spun the wheel and hit the accelerator. With a lurch we shot to the left and launched forward.

“What are you doing?” LaBerge shouted. “That was an accident! We have to stop!”

“Shut up,” Veego spat at him.

At that exact instant we were slammed from behind, hit by another car. We rocked forward so violently that my head hit the back of the seat in front of me.

“That was no accident,” Veego said calmly. “They’re coming after us.”

“Who?” LaBerge shouted.

I thought he was going to cry. The dado hit the accelerator again and turned into oncoming traffic. “Look out!” LaBerge cried.

The dado was good. We were traveling fast, but his robotic reflexes were faster. He dodged the oncoming cars quicker than is humanly possible, which made sense, because he wasn’t human. I looked back to see two cars accelerating behind us. A moment later I felt a sharp jab in my side. Veego had jammed one of those golden stun guns into my ribs.

“You will die before I let them get you,” she hissed.

She didn’t realize how wired I was. She had barely gotten the words out when I jammed my elbow into her biceps. She squealed in pain and let go of the gun.

“What is happening?” LaBerge cried. “Why are they chasing us?” He saw me grab the gun from Veego. “Ahhh!” he squealed.

With one quick move I grabbed the gun, aimed at the front windshield between the two dados, and pulled the trigger.

Fum! The windshield shattered but didn’t break away. The dados were driving blind. They either had to stop on their own, or would hit something that would make us stop.

We hit something.

Whatever it was, the force of the impact sent us up on two wheels and flipped the car. LaBerge screamed. The three of us tumbled together in the backseat like we were in a washing machine. A fast-moving washing machine. The car landed on its roof and kept moving. I braced myself for another collision, rolling myself into a ball with my arms wrapped around my head. The next hit came quickly. It stopped our forward movement but sent us spinning. The whole event only took a few seconds, but as it was happening, it felt like a lifetime. The metal of the car screeched and scraped as we spun across the pavement. The side windows exploded under the pressure of the collapsing roof. Luckily, they blew out, not in, or we might have been shredded. I had no idea which way was up. All I could see was a jumble of Veego and LaBerge.

Finally we hit something else and came to a stop. But it wasn’t over. No sooner did we stop moving than the car started rolling again. I had no idea what was happening, but it felt as if we were being lifted up into the air. I soon realized we were being flipped back upright, onto our wheels.

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