Brick exploded into chip and dust that turned the water beneath a rusty red.
Jim swore as the bullets whizzed past and slammed the throttle down. Water shot from the motor, and the small boat jumped forward.
More brick exploded to is left as he whipped right around the corner, head low for cover and speed. Peering over the bow, he saw the way blocked. Two large boats filled the narrow canal from red brick wall to red brick wall, save for a small gap at the center.
Jim gritted his teeth and aimed for the gap.
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