Behind him, in the cavernous, metal-ribbed hold of the truck, sat everything he owned. Or, more accurately, everything he had managed to save.
Elias finally looked at the man and smiled. He shifted the truck into drive. He didn't have a name anymore, he didn't have a past, and by sunrise, neither did anyone else in the city. The "Mover Blast" had cleared the road. WifeysWorld - Mover Blast 2015-09-18.mp4
There was no explosion. No fire. Just a low, vibrating hum that made the teeth of every person in the parking lot ache. The streetlights flickered and died. The men’s cell phones hissed with static before the screens turned white. Behind him, in the cavernous, metal-ribbed hold of
Elias looked in the rearview mirror. Two sets of high beams cut through the downpour, closing in fast. He didn't put the truck in gear. He looked back at the cargo hold, where the laptop was wired into the truck's massive industrial speakers. He shifted the truck into drive
The black SUVs screeched to a halt, flanking the truck. Men in heavy coats stepped out, their faces obscured by the rain. One of them tapped a pistol against Elias’s window.
He drove into the dark, a ghost in a moving truck, finally free.