Two straight hours of high-speed driving had cut a trip that should have taken four or five hours in half. They were now less than an hour away from the military base, but the military SUV was about to run out of gas.
At this point, the vehicle only had enough fuel for another 19 kilometers. Flora Bloom watched the fuel gauge steadily drop, not daring to ease up on the accelerator for even a second.
Behind them, the horse mackerel were leaping out of the water with increasing frequency. First one, then two, then three. Just three minutes later, several horse mackerel were continuously jumping out of the water on both sides of the vehicle, scraping against the guardrails with a horrible GRINDING sound.
What had been calm shallows was now churning, the seawater crashing up and creating countless waves of all sizes. From the crest of every breaking wave, a long, slender, silver horse mackerel would leap into the air.
