Day is starting to break through the trees to the east, and thanks to the interference of your relentless pursuers, you still haven't made it to Falcon Point. Your car has begun to shake and stutter. You know it is only a matter of minutes before it runs out of fuel, but you have no choice. They've almost caught up to you. You force the accelerator down -
The turn catches you by surprise. You try to skid to a halt, but it's too late. There is a brief feeling of weightlessness as the wheels leave the ground. Time slows to a crawl. Then, a whirlwind of chaos erupts around you.
The next thing you know, you are crawling out of the wreckage. You are bloody and bruised, but alive. And by some twist of fortune, your pursuers have driven past the spot of your accident. "Next time, I'm driving," Agent Harper jokes between fits of coughing.