Despite their momentary disarray, they swiftly regrouped and returned with renewed determination!
On this occasion, the gang’s leader, devoid of any pretense of civility, drew perilously close to their vehicle and struck it with the deliberate intent of instilling fear.
The forceful impact caused the car door to crumple inward, yet Hannah, poised and resolute, maintained her grip on the steering wheel, forging ahead undeterred.
However, these adversaries proved unyielding. Following the Leader’s assault, a menacing assemblage of seven or eight motorcycles encircled them, relentlessly colliding with their vehicle.
The driver seated on the passenger side, clutching the handle with an anxious resolve, turned to Hannah and implored, “Miss Moore, we must devise a strategy to elude them! This cannot persist; a few more strikes and our car may face grave jeopardy!”
Hannah, her hands steadfastly gripping the steering wheel, cast a sidelong glance at the leader who, astride a motorcycle, had positioned himself beside her window, brandishing a baseball bat with ominous intent.
The car window fractured into a mosaic of fine fissures upon the savage impact.
“Miss Moore!” the driver beside her exclaimed, his heart vaulting into his throat.
Hannah, her focus unwavering, addressed him with composure.
“Do me a favor.”
The driver nodded urgently.
“Please, Miss Moore, instruct me.”
“Keep the steering wheel steady for a moment.”
“Pardon?”
Before the driver could fathom Hannah’s intentions, he observed her, seated in the driver’s seat, purposefully lowering the window, relinquishing her grasp on the steering wheel.
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Eyes widened in astonishment, the driver swiftly leaned over to assume control.
Hannah, bracing herself against the window frame, extended half of her graceful form outward.
For an instant, the tendrils of her hair danced in the fierce wind, casting an enchanting silhouette.
Yet it was the unflinching intensity in her dark, tranquil eyes that sent a shiver of dread coursing through the man on the imposing motorcycle. Her gaze exuded a chilling resolve, far removed from the ordinary.
With a swiftness that caught her adversary off guard, Hannah curved her lips ever so slightly, deftly leveling a firearm at his head while unhurriedly disengaging the safety.
Her gaze momentarily flickered beyond the man, taking stock of the other motorcycles that dared not approach, all owing to her audacious actions. Only then did she return her gaze to the man before her.
The handgun gracefully pirouetted in her hand and, with eyes as cold as the arctic sky, Hannah discharged a single round.
Subsequently, she directed the ominous muzzle toward the man framed by the car window, her head cocked slightly, a smile etching her lips, her eyes harboring a piercing chill.
Recognizing that the occupants of the car were not to be trifled with, the man signaled his comrades to retreat. The motorcycles that had been pursuing them obediently receded along the lane.