"Look out!" Jasinda screamed. "The van's going to hit us."
Jasinda and Gus dove out of the way. They found the cement unforgiving against their bodies, but still preferable to the front grill of a moving van.
"I don't th-think that was an ac-accident," Gus stammered as he scrambled to his feet. He held out his hand for Jasinda and pulled her up too.
"Come on, run for my car," she ordered. "Damn, this body wasn't built for running," she complained on the way across the huge parking lot.
The van circled back around. It aimed for them again.
"Come on, Jasinda, we're almost there," yelled Gus whose longer stride and more in shape body propelled him several steps ahead.
While running in her panicked state, Jasinda's hands fumbled in her pocket, trying to locate the key fob. She had
