We Meet Again (Sequel to Without You)

A Shower Of Bullets

Harry's POV
We speed down the main road, checking the rear view mirrors for any tails. Fortunately, there are none.
"Keep this speed, Keith." I instruct Keith, as we weave our way through the busy road.
"Yeah, don't worry." Keith assures me. I take out my phone, deciding to check with the cars in front.
"Bill, is everything okay?" I say, the minute Bill answers his phone.
"Yes, boss," Bill says.
"Okay, good. Alert me immediately if you see any sign of the enemy."
"Will do." Bill ends the call, and I breathe in a sigh of relief. The situation is under control, and I hope that it remains like this. The sooner this job is done the better. I'll be able to head home, and see Mus. She wanted to go out so badly today. I feel so bad for refusing to take her. However, if this mission gets over quickly, I'll be able to head home, and take her out. I smile at the thought, resting my head against the window. Suddenly, I hear a gunshot. I turn around to see what's going on. The car behind us is under attack. If I'm not mistaken, there's a black car behind it, and the people in that car are firing at my men's car.
"We're under attack! Speed up." I order, grabbing my gun from underneath the seat. My phone rings, and I answer it immediately.
"Sir, we're under attack. Should we fire, or continue on our way?" Gale asks me, his voice laced with panic.
"Fire! Shoot at the tires, and don't miss." I put my phone on speaker, and place it beside me.
"Keith, speed up!" I yell, keeping my eye on the car behind us. Goddammit! Suddenly, my men's car catches fire from the tire. They've shot at the tire. The car goes out of control, and they veer off towards the left.
"Shit!" I say, lowering my window. I lean out of the car, and fire at the car behind us. Who the heck is following us? I made sure to tell no one, other than my most trusted men. They'd never give me away. I did tell Mus, but she wouldn't tell anyone. I rid my head of the thought, by shaking it. I'm getting wrong ideas due to the stress. I stretch in order to shoot the car, but I can't. Mus just had to ask me to wear a bullet proof vest. I fire at the car behind us, successfully lodging a bullet in it's tire. Proud of my shot, I sit back into the car, and unbutton my shirt. This vest needs to get the hell away from my chest. I take off the vest, throwing it on the floor. Hastily, I wear my shirt, and button it up.
"Why were you wearing a vest?" Keith asks me, eyeing my actions through the rear view mirror.
"Mus asked me to. Can't say no to her," I say. Keith gives me a smug smile. "Focus on the road."
"Will do, boss." Keith says, smiling. Asshole! Suddenly, a black car starts moving alongside us. I get my gun ready. The windows are tinted so I don't know who's inside. The front window comes down, and a man leans out. Before I can lower my own window, and fire, he fires at the car in front of us, and it blows up. Before they can fire our car, or another car, I fire at the wheel, and the driver loses control. The car hits our car's side, and then veers off towards the other side of the road. Now it's the van, the car I'm in, and two other cars that are in front of the van. Someone fires from behind us, and I duck. I peek over the seat, and fire through the hole that's in my back screen. The car turns toward the left, and the bullet misses. Shit! The men in the car fire again, hitting the car that's right in front of the van. Gosh, these men are good shooters. Why aren't they shooting at my car? I'm an easier shot. Before I can even blink, the second car that is front of the van gets shot.
"Keith, speed up, but don't overtake the van." I say, firing at the car again. However, it veers off toward the right, and the bullet misses it yet again. We're very close to the border. A few more kilometers, and this van will reach the destination that I want it to. The men in the car behind us are showering bullets on our car now, and I'm returning the favor. My gun runs out of bullets, and I take out the other bullets from the compartment beside my seat. Before I can load my gun, something hits our car, and it lurches forward.
"We've been shot!" Keith yells.
"Jump out! Go!" I order him. Keith shakes his head. "Go!" Moving like a robot, Keith opens the door and jumps out. The car hits the van in front and I know it's going to overturn. I grab onto my gun tightly, as the car overturns. Glass shatters all around me and enters my body. I shut my eyes, hoping that nothing will enter them. Once the car stops moving, I open my eyes to see my whole world turned upside down. I can feel a sticky substance making its way down my forehead, lips, arms, and legs; blood. My vision is cloudy, so I blink, trying my best to get myself to focus on the car that's parked in front of me. The car's doors open, and I tighten my hold on the gun. I try to move my leg because it's stuck between something. However, my efforts are in vain. Quite a few people step out of car, but I can't seem to focus on them. I blink my eyes, squint them, then widen them. Finally, my vision gets slightly better and I see a woman and a man leading the way. Who the heck are these people? The heavy smell of petrol invades my nose, and I sneeze. I feel my blood fly around the car, and it lands on my clothes. I turn back to face the people. The man hands the woman something, and she walks toward me. Why can't I see properly? This is so uncomfortable. For a few seconds, my vision focuses and I see that the woman is holding a gun. I tighten my grip even further, holding the gun upwards, toward her. However, I know it'll be a miracle if the bullet even scrapes her body. I try to focus on the woman's face, by squinting my eyes and craning my head forward. My breath catches in my throat; Mus. No this can't be possible, I'm hallucinating. I shake my head. For some reason, my vision seems better, but my eyes are definitely playing tricks on me. Mus can't be...no, it's not her. Suddenly, she raises the gun, and aims at me. Mus says something, but for some reason, I don't hear her. In the blink of an eye, she presses the trigger, and a bullet lodges itself into my arm. My gun falls, clattering against the roof. Mus turns around, heading back toward the men. I grab my gun, ready to shoot her. But I can't do it. I can't shoot her. Groaning in frustration, I drop the gun, letting the pain consume me.