"You need to slow down, friend."

"I'm not your fucking friend," I snarl at Stryker, hitting the gas even harder. "I'm your boss, and that's my wife out there in the hands of an Outsider."

"Yeah, I know, but you ain't gonna make it far if you tear up the vehicle on this shit cracked road. We'll blow a tire or run out of gas before we can get to the next fuelling station. We won't be worth anything to your girl if we're stuck out in the desert." He says calmly, scanning ...