drive?

Nervous laugh. "You may not have noticed, but I am."

drive fast?

"If you have some tips on how to accomplish such, I am all ears."

Silence.

"How to get away from here faster, how to ensure I don't die nor my passenger, how to – I don't know, anything?"

More silence. The truck gains on her.

Fucksake fucksake fucksake fuck – she grabs her phone and dials emergency services.

It rings twice and then: "What's your emergency and location?"

"Someone's attempting to ram me off the road – I'm in the Outlands, near, uh –" She looks at the address, gives the approximate location.

"We can have someone arrive in thirty minutes."

"I –" Pause, inhale. "That would be better than nothing but I don't know it'll help."

"I'm sorry, ma'am. It's the best I can do. I'm sending someone."

"Thanks."

She puts the phone down and checks the rearview mirror, expecting a crunch shortly.

Nope he's still a ways away and he's faster but not that much faster.

One of her radio's lights blinks.

She notices it, distracting her from her worrying, and then realizes it could be of some use.

She presses for the public channel, takes a deep breath, and then tries, "Hello?"

"Who is this?" someone says. "New person?"

"Yeah, it's the girl I told you about," says a voice that's recognizably Eddie's.

"– Are any of you nearby, by any chance?"

"I dunno, lady, I can't read your mind to figure out where you are," Eddie says, and the others laugh like this is the funniest thing they've heard today.

"Interstate four-fifty-five – near exit twenty-three." She sounds a bit panicked.

"I am," Eddie says. "Why?"

"I'm being chased, emergency services won't get here for a half hour."

"Look, kid, I don't know what drugs you're toasted off your ass on—"

Okay she was wrong about what the other truck's maximum speed was given that it's just hit her, drowning out the rest of Eddie's response.

The impact is not very pleasant. She's never been rammed into while in a vehicle before.

As soon as she recovers, she tries the radio again – "Please."

"Fine! I'll be on there with you in a minute. You're damn lucky I'm so close by. But I find you're stoned I'm tearing that radio outta your truck! OVER!"

"This is Jonesy in the Starlight Runner—Eddie, you seriously going through with this? You know that brat's just pranking you..."

"Yeah, seriously, Eddie. It's probably all crap—"

"Cut the crosstalk and let me drive," Eddie barks back. "I'll deal with this. Everybody back to work. Over."