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He
accelerated behind then around the far right side of an Econoline van.  As
the Mercedes began to pass the van Cameron cut sharply in front of the truck,
darting to make the entrance of the interstate on the far left.  The
Econoline made a sharp left to avoid the Mercedes.  The front wheels of
the van, having turned so abruptly, collapsed under the momentum of the
Econoline.  The vehicle propelled up and over, the side of the van
skidding counterclockwise on the pavement and in a slow spin.
    The shadow of the van briefly
eclipsed the back of the Mercedes.  “Sorry about that,” said
Cameron.  He floored the accelerator the length of the onramp and launched
the Mercedes onto the interstate at high speed.  Cameron wove between the
other cars.  Traffic was getting more congested yet at the speed Cameron
drove the interstate could have been a parking lot.
    “This might not have been such a
good idea,” said Marie.
    “Now why would you say that?”
    Marie pointed ahead to the large
triangle tower coming up in front of them, shining metal cables skirting down
from the summit.  “That is a bridge, is it not?”
    “That, my dear, is the Zakim
Bridge, and our passage to safety.”
    “Oh my,” said Marie.
    The traffic slowed near the
bridge.  The Humvee and sedan were closing in.  The Mercedes
continued to weave between through and around the many vehicles at the mouth of
the bridge.  Across the lanes was the entrance to the tunnel that ran
under the city.  Cameron made another attempt to elude their
pursuers.  From the far side of the bridge, Cameron swerved across the
crowded lanes and down to the tunnel.  A symphony of horns and brakes
barraged the Mercedes.  The wide tunnel entrance, dark in shadow,
approached quickly and for the first time Marie clenched her fingers on the
sides of her seat.
    The tunnel swallowed the
Mercedes whole.  The lights of the tunnel dizzily careened above
them.  If they could not tell their speed from within the Mercedes before
they definitely now knew they were moving at a reckless rate.
    A torrent burst of shots rattled
out from behind, thunderously echoing off the tunnel walls and deep into the
Mercedes, virtually soundproof by design.  In the right lane ahead a
minivan sank into the pavement as the tires beneath disintegrated.  The
minivan’s backend swayed in front of the Mercedes, first to the right and then
to the left.  Cameron dodged left to avoid the minivan cutting off a Jeep
in the process.  The stunned driver of the Jeep spun his wheel sharply
causing the Jeep to up end and flip forward and then skid forward on the hood.
    Cameron glanced up into the
rearview in time to see the red sedan strike the back of the Jeep, launch into a
spin, and slam against the tunnel wall.  “I think they caused more trouble
for themselves than for us,” said Cameron.
    “I don’t think so,” said
Marie.  She could see the Humvee circumventing the Jeep that now rested in
the middle of the tunnel behind them.  Another burst of shots rattled out,
the last of which made loud thumps on the Mercedes.  Cameron pursed his
lips and shook his head.  Brake lights lit up on cars ahead of them as
other drivers started to slow.  Up ahead the daylight gleamed above the rooftops
of the cars.
    Daylight engulfed the interior
of the Mercedes as Cameron burst from the tunnel.  Cameron searched for an
exit and at the first chance made a radical turn off the interstate.
    “Ooooh,” said Marie.
    “German engineering,” said
Cameron as the Mercedes settled onto a side street.  The yellow Humvee
failed to make the turn and slid sideways to a stop.
    “They’re not going anywhere,”
said Cameron.
    “We don’t have much time,” said
Marie.  “They know the car now.”
     
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Chapter 8
    Boston
     
     
    Cameron drove a few blocks
before he started making indiscriminate turns down side streets. 
Comfortable that no one was behind them, Cameron pulled the Mercedes up to