Jared pressed his back against the truck as he calculated his next move, his breathing slow despite the adrenaline pounding through his veins.

He knew better than to make a blind dash across open ground. Against an elevated marksman, even an inexperienced one, running wildly was just an easy way to get a bullet in the back. 

He needed to locate the precise firing position before thinking about making an offensive move.

He peered up at the windows of the car in front of him, using their ...