The Terminator P79

 The ruins were a frantic blur of half-seen images as
Reese drove like a demon, gunning the APC over, up, and
through the blasted-dead terrain. The kid jumped into the
gun harness and glued his eyes to the laser sight of the big
plasma-pulse gun. He was rapidly searching the sky for the
Aerial.
 It found them. It came swinging down in a forty-degree
banking roll, searchlights glaring, turbos roaring at their top
end, and fired a thunderous salvo of plasma.
 The charge tore into the side of the Camaro. crum-
pling it like a beer can. The wheel was torn from Reese’s
hands. Another bolt punched into the APC and kicked it end
over end.