POV

Bret slammed on the brakes as we hit a wall of traffic. The once open road was now clogged with cars, the honking cacophony of impatient drivers blending with the distant hum of sirens. The military vehicles closed in behind us, and I could see soldiers already getting out on foot.

“We’re screwed! We have no idea who’s chasing us!” Bret’s voice was filled with panic as he gripped the steering wheel tighter.

"Good question," I muttered, my eyes narrowing as I glanced in the rearview mirror. "Let’s find out."

Without a second thought, I flung the door open and stepped out of the car, scanning the soldiers. Their...