Stormbreaker

The plane was facing down the runway. Its propellers were at full speed. Alex wrenched the gear into first, released the hand-brake, and gunned the jeep forward, shooting over the drive and onto the grass, heading for the airstrip. At the same time there was a chatter of machine-gun fire. He yanked down on the steering wheel and twisted away as his wing mirror exploded and a spray of bullets slammed into the windshield and door. The two cars he had seen coming up the main drive had wheeled around to come up behind him. Each of them had a guard in the back seat, leaning out of the window, firing at him. And they were getting closer . . .