Previously on Linc: Linc has heard voices since he was a kid, but they’re not what they seem. He can hear other people’s thoughts, but the ability has left him friendless and homeless. A mysterious corporation, Genetitech, tracks him down and offers to train him to use his skills. He soon learns that there are others with strange power like him, and when Genetitech is raided he is forced to go onto the run with one of them.
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As they neared the garage door it remained stubbornly closed and Moira remained stubbornly determined to keep accelerating. Linc slid further down in his seat and covered his head, not sure which was worse: getting shot by one of the gunmen or getting crushed alive against the garage door. In the end it was a toss up, plus Moira had made the decision for him.
"Um," Linc said when they were ten feet away from the door and it was just beginning to open.
"I see it," Moira said and then glanced in the rearview mirror.
At five feet, the door had opened about halfway, meaning that only the side of the car that Linc was in would get completely crushed. Moira spun the steering wheel to the left, causing the car to lurch in that direction and towards the line of parked cars. The sudden movement surprised Linc and jolted him to the side, whacking his head against the window. Just as quickly, she twisted the steering wheel back the other way and brought the nose of the car back around so that it lined up with the growing gap. The door had continued to open and was now just wide enough that the car might be able to fit through, just in time for the front bumper to test the possibility.
With a high pitched squeal of metal on metal, the sides of the car scraped between the door and the wall. In a second, the nose of the car had passed into freedom and both of the side view mirrors had sheared off. By now, the door was open far enough that the rest of the car sailed through with ease. The car continued to accelerate up the driveway and even caught air at the top, coming down with a groan that surely would decrease the expected lifespan of the axles. The gunmen must have been expecting this possibility and were bringing the black taco truck around to block the drive way. Fortunately for Linc and Moira, they were maybe ten seconds too late, and Moira was able to maneuver around them without dropping too much speed.
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