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Suddenly, there was the sharp sound of something hitting the car. A bullet! “Sniper! Take cover!” Randall shouted, switched off the lights, and thought for a split second about speeding ahead as fast as possible, then figured that the shooter had to be on Lix’s side of the road, so it was highly likely the next projectile would hit her. And the Healy wasn’t armored. So, instead he steered the car sideways, into the safety of the forest. The trees were standing wide enough apart, but there was a lot of brushwood, branches were hitting the car, mud was splashing left and right, Randall drove on, unflinching, until the car didn’t move forward anymore. They got stuck. “Get out! Take cover! Get out!” He shouted, but luckily, he didn’t have to tell an experienced war reporter like Lix what to do in case of a sniper attack. The moment the car came to a halt, she had already scrambled out and sought shelter. He did the same on his side.