Responding to Macy

The two men continue to drag me through the woods. It seemed like forever before we finally stopped. The men were silent as they lifted me up into what felt like the seat of a car. One of the men removed my hood and I saw that they had brought me back to my wrecked truck. I realized now what they had meant when they said I was compromised. They were planning to kill me and make it look like the crash had killed me. I had to do something. I had to get away. But how?