Your ease was misplaced, however, because only moments later you feel a jolt and slam against the side of the trunk.
It appears that in a last-ditch effort, the chudcel is trying a PIT maneuver on the car, ramming it to make it spin out of control.
Up in the front of the truck, Jamal and Big Samson raise alarm.
FUCK WAS THAT? SHIET SHIET SHIET, HIT THE GAS NOW!!
^On it.
Big Samson hits the pedal as hard as he can, lurching the car forward as he tries desperately to steady the swerving car. He manages it this time, but next time he won’t be so lucky.
You look back at the police car, only a few feet away from your face. The chud is making eye contact with you, and his expression tells everything. He knows that his car is bigger, and in a crash, you’re the ones who will die, not him. This racist prick thinks he’s won.
What do you do?
