Try to help Mr. Andersen

What’s going on? Penelope asks telepathically.

I’m not sure. You reply back. “Ladies, I think you’d best be getting downstairs.”

“What about you?” Kim asks.

“I’ll keep an eye out for Mr. Andersen. He’s coming over.”

“Sounds like some party.” one of Marie’s friends mutters.

“She doesn’t know the half of it.” Dak says, appearing beside you. “You’ve drawn attention to yourself, Vic, old boy. Let’s hope you’re as creative as the fellows who wrote those lovely comics of yours.”

Shit.

“Deep shit, I’m afraid.” Dak replies.

“Never a dull moment.” You say, stepping outside, pulling a gun from the glove compartment of Marie’s car, but find only four bullets in the chamber, and no refills anywhere.. You pull out a folding chair, sitting with the pistol in your lap, and extend your consciousness outward, scanning for any hostile minds. You find them on highway 84, heading east, matching course and speed with Mr. Andersen’s car but staying just out of sight. Searching their thoughts, you find that there is a tracking device on Mr. Andersen’s car, which you quickly short out and disable. This forces the pursuers to reveal themselves to keep the tail on him, which sends the Mr. Andersen into evasive action. Soon you have a firm picture in your mind. Four cars and two helicopters. It is a simple matter to snap the alternator belt on the lead car, the brake line on the second one, a battery cable on the third and a fuel line on the fourth.

“Not bad, for a human.” Dak says. “I only wish I could have given you a better effective range.”