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Felt like random fiction, quality not assured. The muse only gives ideas :/

Most people have never raced a vehicle in their lives. Certainly none had ever raced in a HMMWV before as far as Cpl O'reilly was concerned. However his ever persistent PFC driver was doing just that will a fully armored bememouth. Reason for race: pursuing a couple of gang members who had just committed mutiple drive bys. Target: a white Mazda Miata, pretty well suped up. Street racer if he had to guess, not that he knew anything about this.
Above him in the gunner's position, Private Daniel Cels waited patiently for a clean shot, if he was allowed to shoot. Even Volunteers were wary of opening up with lots of civilians in the way. They preferred clean kills, an emulation of their more powerful commanders.
It was a testament to Cels' training that he didn't blanch even though the maxed out Humvee was driving one side on a concrete wall and the other on the highway leaving him at something like a 45 degree angle. O'reilly wandered what the Sargeant would have said if he had seen this. Two vehicles weaving and out of high speed traffic like two kids playing tag in the woods.
"Shit, no more wall in a few..." the driver growled.
"No room on your left here." one of the rear seat boys informed.
"We're trapped in back too, semi truck." the other added.
"Well thankfully it just a Neon next to us. Danny, you might want to duck!"
"Oh shi-" Cels ducked. The Humvee did a nice inversion as the wall as the 3+ ton vehicle flipped gracefully over the Neon and landed, rather uneventfully thanks to very good shocks, next to it not even slightly slowed down.
The crossing of 3 lanes of traffic in one movement is not a recommended thing for anyone and when the Miata did it some amazement by all that they survived. However the darting motion caused a semi to jack-knife into several smaller vehicles and also took out both pursuing cops, one which literally drove up the side of the disintegrating semi trailer and would have cleared several cars had there not been an overpass there. Instead the shattered vehicle and it's injured driver ended up out of the chase although amazing alive.
Thus far this could not be said for those all below in the massive tangle of metal which had been caused. Three people had perished before the two shaken tankers which had just been part of this chase rammed straight into the mess, for some reason Americans don't slow down even in the face of incredible danger, and that turned the whole area into an inferno. The overpass itself ceased to be along with most of the accident.
The driver barely had time to get out of the way. Luck itself gave him an exit to swerve into slamming vehicles aside from the sheer bulk of his ride. O'reilly ignored the grinding metal sound on his right to watch the fireball blooming to his right. The two police cars behind the Humvee didn't swerve in time. It was just this unit for awhile.
"Get them, even if it kills them in the process." he growled.
"Bet your ass sir. They're already dead." was all he got out of the driver.
The Humvee had already shot up the off ramp through traffic and leapt down the on-ramp. A stop/go light signaling stop was ignored. Far ahead a single white Miata pulled clear trying to catch up with the main flow of traffic and a successful escape.
One nice thing about mixing technologies with stuff akin to magic was that vehicles could out perform their single energy equivalents. The vehicles going the other way, the buildings along side the road, everything became a solid blur. The spedometer reported they were closing in on 200 KPH. The Miata bailed to an exit.
"Not good!" someone groaned.
The Humvee attempted to follow and pursue ambivalent to the laws of physics...

Ran outta time, maybe I'll finish this, maybe I won't. Hope you enjoyed at least.