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I didn't say anything, wondering why the laptop was just sitting in the chair in the first place, and why it hadn't fallen to the floor before I decided to occupy the chair. It didn't matter, I knew that we’d figure out a way to repair it if it was broken, which was probably all that Hunter was concerned about anyway. Never mind that his vehicle, which was more expensive than a small house, was being fired on by some mysterious person or persons; never mind that it appeared I was the only one who didn’t have any idea what was really going on. I figured that I would be most useful as a spotter and copilot for Hunter by moving to the front seat, since he seemed to be having issues focusing on the road ahead of us.

"Don’t wrap us around any phone poles, okay?" I asked him, trying to grab the seat belt.

Before he had a chance to respond, he hit the brakes a little too late as we entered a turn, and a series of billboard support beams came into view just as we were falling off the road onto the outside shoulder, skidding the sides of the RV against a guardrail. I looked out of the window beside me and saw sparks and pieces of both the truck and the guardrail breaking off and flying into the air behind us.

"There’s a ledge!" I informed him, "A ledge!" We inched closer and closer towards it, the guardrail became weaker and weaker. At least we were noticeably slowing down as the friction from our extended contact with the metal rail created drag.

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