A car sped swiftly down a rural highway. Lincoln was driving, with Michael in the passenger seat. Nika, anxious and uneasy in the back seat, asked, "What will you do once you get to Mexico? Where will you go after that?" Michael didn't even turn his head. "The less you know, the better. We'll drop you off in the next town. We'll wire you the promised ten thousand dollars, no later than a week or two."
Lincoln glanced in the rearview mirror and noticed a sedan closely following them, picking up speed. He alerted Michael. Just as Michael turned to look, the pursuing car rammed into them. With a loud crash, Nika's cheap car shuddered, nearly falling apart. Lincoln struggled to maintain control of the steering wheel.
The car behind accelerated, pulling up alongside them. The grinning face of Brad Bellick appeared at the window, staring at them. Lincoln exclaimed in shock, "Bellick!" Geary, Bellick's companion, turned the wheel and slammed into their car again. Nika screamed. Lincoln floored the accelerator, but their clunker was no match for the other vehicle. Jostled violently, Michael yelled to Lincoln, "Can't this thing go any faster?!" Lincoln shot him a glare, "You want to try?!"
A large truck approached from behind, forcing Geary to temporarily fall back and let it pass. Michael breathed a slight sigh of relief. But soon the truck turned off onto another road. Geary pulled up again, ramming their car repeatedly until he finally forced Nika's car off the road and down an embankment.
The three stumbled out of the wrecked car, only to be met by the sound of gunshots. Bellick ordered them to freeze, declaring that because of them, he no longer worked for the government. Michael relaxed slightly, "So you're not here for the bounty?" But their relief was premature. Bellick said, "I've heard whispers about your treasure. Get in the car. I'm taking you to Utah to see those lovely goods for myself."