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Stockade. Now.

In. Rolling north.

Engine's still warm. Taking it.

Three meters. Getting in.

Truck's running cold. We're not.

Truck's right here. Getting in.

They're on foot. We're not stopping.

They're eating snow. We're eating miles.

Snow's their enemy now, not ours.

Blizzard's my copilot. They're on foot in a whiteout.

In. Going north.

Stockade's here. Going north through the white.

North. Keep the snow between us.

Stockade's right here. Getting in, getting distance.

Mile marker gone. Just white now, and we've got the truck.

Five miles of nothing but snow. Radio off, eyes forward.

Blizzard's the better driver.

Armored and rolling. They're walking.

They're freezing. We're driving.

Pedal down. Snow eats their boots.

Three miles of white road. They're not catching this.

Taking it. Snow owns this road anyway.

Stockade's three meters. Getting in, getting gone.

Cold, surrounded, no truck. Fixing that part right now.

Got wheels. Snow and speed do the rest.

Second truck, second chance. Let's see how far this goes.

Taking the second truck. More distance that way.

Winter's doing the work. They're done.

Engine's warm. Distance is the plan now.

Door's unlocked. Getting in.

Mile marker clear. They're walking.

Clean. They're on foot in a blizzard.

Three blocks clean. They're trudging. Keep it straight.

Truck's moving. They're walking.

Pedal's down. Cops eat snow.

Door's open. Going.

Door's right there. Taking the truck.

Truck's mine. Pedal down.

Got it. Moving.

Truck. Closing the gap. Now.

Snow's thick. They won't see the truck three blocks up.

Stockade's running. Snow's our cover. Going north.

In. Hammer it.

Truck's running. Taking it.

Stockade. Now.

In. Goose it.

Taking it. Snow's our friend right now.

Door's open. Truck's running. That's all I need.

Grabbing the first one. They're still on their feet.

Truck. Moving. Now.

Truck. Moving. Now.

Go, go, go. Truck's right there.

Four meters to wheels. Taking the near one.

In the truck. Heading for open road.

Pedal down. Find the highway before they get organized.

Stockade at my feet. They're still sorting themselves out.

In. Goose it before they regroup.

Switching trucks. That one's closer.

Already inside. Now we drive.

Cold feet, warm truck. Grabbing the near one.