Clint never saw it coming.
One second, he was cruising down the highway, the next, he was airborne. Years of circus and combat training have taught him to minimize the impact of a fall, but it still hurts when he hits the ground, due to the speed he was going.
He sails over the side of the road, rolling down a grassy, rocky hill and banging himself up really well before he rolls to a stop at the bottom. He /thinks/ he hears someone shouting back up toward the road and too late, he realizes that he's been ambushed for the case.
The case...where's the case...? Clint thinks, trying to rise and look around. Of course, the moment he does /that/ his head screams and his world spins in protest.
Concussion. Damn, this wasn't going to be good.
Still, he can't stay here and let them get to him. He rolls over and starts trying to push himself to his feet.
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