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Adam pressed his foot, which was on the accelerator, nearly to the floor. He knew he had very little time to act, or that was it.
The most recent vision had struck him early that morning. He had been in the shower, lathering up with soap, when the fierce migraine-like pain had come. He'd been lucky not to smack his head against the glass shower door or the wall tiles.
What he'd seen was pure, unthinkable, unadulterated horror. As it had passed, the next thing he'd realized was that he'd dropped the soap, and the spray of water had gone nearly cold. He'd quickly rinsed off, foregoing shaving, and got out.
He started to wonder about the person who'd been behind him several miles back, who'd honked at him. However, he pushed the incident to the back of his mind. Lord knew, he didn't have the time to dwell on or think about that at the moment. He had to concentrate on getting to that place, and saving those lives. If he failed to get there in time, it would be his responsibility that so many innocent lives would be lost.
He clenched his teeth as he sped forth. There was little traffic on the road he was traveling, but in spite of that, he hoped there were no police cruisers out there, waiting to pull over drivers such as himself. He couldn't afford that, and he would have no choice but to ignore a siren if police should suddenly give chase.
Briefly, Adam noticed another car some distance behind him through the rearview mirror. It was far enough away that he really couldn't make out any specifics of the vehicle or the driver inside - except that it was a black car.
He couldn't help but wonder if this was the same black car that had been behind him some miles back. He groaned, hoping the driver wasn't some nut experiencing a bout of road rage. That was about the last thing he needed at the moment.
There seemed to be no imminent confrontation as he continued on. The other car remained at a distance behind him, much to his relief. But another thought came to his mind - was the other driver actually stalking him? He realized they'd been behind him for awhile.
The blond man pushed it all out of his mind for the time being. He had to get to that building, to the location.
He drove several more miles, wishing he'd stopped by the garage to ask Shawn to go with him. What if he were to experience another vision while he was driving? He didn't even want to contemplate that.
Several more miles up ahead, he spotted it... He eased up on the accelerator as he made the lane change, his breath coming faster, heart beginning to quicken. It was either act or fail, do or die.
The tall blond man sped a distance ahead of the yellow school bus, abruptly stopping his car in the center of the road and putting it in park. He had his vehicle set up as a roadblock to force the bus driver to stop, or doom would await him and all the kids riding therein.
Adam jumped out of the car, running in front of it, arms waving, not even thinking about how he was putting his own life in danger. The bus driver had to stop that thing, and now! He jumped up and down like a madman as the huge vehicle rounded the bend.
"Stop! Stop!"
The bus driver frowned at the spectacle of the man in the road. He was jumping up and down, waving his arms and yelling like a lunatic... He probably was a lunatic.
"Aw, come on!" he cried, annoyed. His bus and this guy's car were the only vehicles on the road at this time of morning... and he had to get the kids to the elementary school by eight.
The blond man suddenly approached the bus, gesturing to him and knocking on the door. Reluctantly, the driver opened it, but with the intent of telling the guy off.
"Hey, man, what the hell is your problem?!"
Adam finally seemed able to catch his breath.
"You can't go this way," he said as calmly as he could. "Not today. Just... trust me on this."
"Like hell!" the middle-aged bus driver sputtered. "What are you, crazy? Get out of the road, you nut!"
The blond man shook his head vehemently, knowing he was going to have to put his body in front of the bus again.
"No, you don't understand! The kids are in danger... You're in danger!"
"Buddy, get lost! Move your car!" the man shouted. He shut the doors, and Adam acted as quickly as he could.
There were only two fairly narrow lanes on this particular road. He'd parked his car in a way that he was blocking both. He went back to it, noting the furious look on the bus driver's face, and that the man was angrily muttering. He also noticed that quite a few kids were now staring out at him, looking puzzled.
All of a sudden, the loud, crackling sound hit his ears as the rockslide began less than a mile up ahead. He stared in the direction of the disaster, covering his ears with his hands, and looked back at the bus behind him. The driver's face now wore an expression of shocked horror.
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Amy gasped as she slowed her car to a stop behind the school bus. The rockslide was clearly visible not too far ahead, and she saw Adam's silver Lexus. He'd saved their lives!
Her breathing heavy, in spite of herself, she reached into the backseat for one of her cameras. She
couldn't miss getting some shots of this!