A green dot appeared on the windshield, her new target ahead and to the left.

The vehicle spoke again, with the same accent. “Service Elevator appears to be an indoor location. Indoor driving is not…”

“Oh, shut up!” Sam said.

Then they rounded a curve in the shape of the campus, trees cleared, and the building itself came into view.

Dark. Faint red glow.

Two hundred meters. The green target dot was inside that building.

“Plot schematics,” Sam said aloud. “Show location of structural support beams.”

“Not available,” the vehicle said.

Sam frowned. It was worth a try. Her eyes scanned the front of the building. She’d looked it over many times. Glass and steel on the exterior. The supports were obvious. Deeper in they wouldn’t be…

One hundred meters

Sam turned to her right, checked Sarai’s harness again with her hand, her eyes. All good.

“Hold on tight, Sarai,” she said.

“Sam,” Sarai said, her voice frightened now. “What are we doing?”

Too thick to shoot through.

“We’re going in,” Sam said, bringing her eyes back to the building.

Fifty meters.

Sam gunned it.

The building grew alarmingly larger in her vision.

The tires touched pavement, touched concrete, boosted their acceleration.

“COLLISION WARNING,” the vehicle yelled at her.

“Override.” Sam snapped tersely back.

The building was a plane of glass hurtling towards them, stretching out in every direction, tinted red by emergency lights, broken by grids of carbon and steel.

Sarai gasped.

Time froze. The infinite plane of glass and steel filled the universe before them.

Then Newton jerked Sam forward against the restraints of her harness. The vast glass edifice shattered as the 1500 kilogram mass of titanium and carbon composite of the armored vehicle slammed through it. A sound like thunder struck them.

And they were through, giant shards of jagged glass dropping all around them like a deadly crystalline rain.

Sam kept her hands on the yoke, kept the throttle fully open, aimed them for the green dot. She felt the carbon honeycomb tires grip the tile of the building lobby. The acceleration grabbed her, shoved her back again. An inner wall appeared, white and hung with some piece of framed art, on the far side of the building lobby, illuminated in her vehicle’s headlights. Sarai let out a screech next to her, and then deceleration grabbed them again, jerking them forward, and they were through, an exploding cloud of white dust around them.

Tires were gripping again. The armored vehicle shoved through a conference room, demolishing a long table and chairs, a viewscreen, knocking down another white wall and the viewscreen that covered it, shoving them forward into their restraints again, sending up more dust.

But now they were slowing, losing momentum, ten meters to the green dot.