Verity balanced one hand on the steering handle and in the pale yellow glow of Prowl's headlight threw up the deuces; that was twice now she covered his ass either with a warning or support fire. Two fingers up until she lowered her index finger went down and now she was flipping him off. Two for the favors he owed her and one for where he could shove it. She turned back and driving headlong further into the underbrush.

It was then Verity spotted a darker patch of earth breaking up the tangled mess of overgrowth in what at first appeared to be some sort of small glade. What she immediately registered as her own panic sinking into her chest hit her when it became clear that wasn't what it was at all.

Verity yelled something over her shoulder back at Prowl, and only hoped he could hear her even as he swerved wildly through the brambles. She didn't have time to wonder before pulling a sharp right onto a denser path - away from the massive sinkhole right in front of them.