I can feel Solo's fear from where I stand, as I turn back and face her. I'm fearless myself, though Beckett jerks on my arm, the dog barking at me. Crawlers whip by like tossed dolls, ricocheting from the armored SUV as it mounts the curb and flies toward Solo, only feet from me.

From Beckett.

Solo turns, I lose sight of her as Beckett pulls on me, finally moving me back. The SUV continues its path on a wobbly angle, taking out more Crawlers as it ploughs up the ...