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Authors: Elizabeth Lapthorne
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cases of ammunition or enormous semi-automatic machine guns simply would not fit in the small locker.
Of course, that left all manner of things that it could be. Papers, reports, documents of any description, books, a small hand-held device to control a larger weapon. Almost anything.
“Thank you, Tank. Hopefully we’ll be back soon with a key,” Jack said as the silence again stretched out between them all.
Skye threw a smile to the large man and nodded.
“Any time,” he replied casually. “Sorry I couldn’t be of more help.”
They returned to the main bar area and went to the front door in silence. A large group of men dressed in construction overalls filed rambunctiously into the pub. Many of them were loudly discussing what an arsehole their site instructor was and how the union was going to make him pay. Upon seeing Skye, they paused and shuffled aside, one gent doffing his cap to her and holding the door for her to leave.
Standing to the side to let the rest of the men slowly filter in for their drink, Skye dug around in her purse for her phone and pulled it out to check if she had any messages.
Jack moved his way through the crowd to stand next to her.
Her attention on her mobile, Skye still felt Jack freeze. Looking up, she followed his gaze to where they had parked the bike. Two men in black were walking down the street, steadily closing the distance to the large machine. A third one lagged a few paces behind, a small electronic device held in both his hands, which he studied intently.
He called something out to the other two, his head jerking upward. It took him a second to hone in on her, but he shouted again and pointed at her when their gazes locked. One of the other men pointed to Jack’s bike and everything became clear.
The electronic box must be some sort of tracking GPS thing. Damn. My mobile.
Jack, a half second ahead of her, ripped the phone out of her hand and threw it against the brick wall of the pub, smashing it into pieces. About to do something similar, Skye took a second to stomp hard on the broken pieces of the phone as Jack caught her hand in his.
“We’re still closer to the bike than they are. Run, Skye, we need to get out of here, now.”
As he shouted the command at her, Skye saw Jack turn inside and wave at Tank, giving him some hand signal she couldn’t read. Curious more than scared, she peered around the new influx of people and saw Tank react immediately to Jack’s gesture. The large man ducked beneath the bar and returned an instant later with an enormous shotgun.
Skye could tell from the casual ease with which he held the weapon that it was one he was familiar with. Rummaging in her bag again, she tried to feel the grip of her own gun. She’d completely forgotten she was carrying it. Jack, she noticed out of the corner of her eye, already had his in hand, levelled steadily at the men who had broken into a run down the street towards them.
“Everybody down!” Tank boomed from inside the pub as he vaulted over the bar and ran towards the door. He carried the shotgun as if it were light as a feather.
Patrons who weren’t fast enough to duck out of his way were barrelled over and flattened in his wake. Proving their sharp reflexes, many of the construction crew poured out of the door. Their haste was not solely to get out of Tank’s way—from their excited chatter it seemed they were all incredibly interested in the action that was unfolding.
“The bike. Now, Skye!” Jack shouted. Not waiting for her to merely follow his command, Jack grabbed her arm high up near her shoulder and hauled her in the direction of the bike. Skye ducked instinctively as an ear-splitting boom sounded.
She turned even as she continued to run and tried to look behind them.
Tank.
And his shotgun.
Jack managed to get a few shots fired off, his arm outstretched and remarkably steady for a man on the run. Skye clung to her handbag and swore she’d find her weapon the moment
Of course, that left all manner of things that it could be. Papers, reports, documents of any description, books, a small hand-held device to control a larger weapon. Almost anything.
“Thank you, Tank. Hopefully we’ll be back soon with a key,” Jack said as the silence again stretched out between them all.
Skye threw a smile to the large man and nodded.
“Any time,” he replied casually. “Sorry I couldn’t be of more help.”
They returned to the main bar area and went to the front door in silence. A large group of men dressed in construction overalls filed rambunctiously into the pub. Many of them were loudly discussing what an arsehole their site instructor was and how the union was going to make him pay. Upon seeing Skye, they paused and shuffled aside, one gent doffing his cap to her and holding the door for her to leave.
Standing to the side to let the rest of the men slowly filter in for their drink, Skye dug around in her purse for her phone and pulled it out to check if she had any messages.
Jack moved his way through the crowd to stand next to her.
Her attention on her mobile, Skye still felt Jack freeze. Looking up, she followed his gaze to where they had parked the bike. Two men in black were walking down the street, steadily closing the distance to the large machine. A third one lagged a few paces behind, a small electronic device held in both his hands, which he studied intently.
He called something out to the other two, his head jerking upward. It took him a second to hone in on her, but he shouted again and pointed at her when their gazes locked. One of the other men pointed to Jack’s bike and everything became clear.
The electronic box must be some sort of tracking GPS thing. Damn. My mobile.
Jack, a half second ahead of her, ripped the phone out of her hand and threw it against the brick wall of the pub, smashing it into pieces. About to do something similar, Skye took a second to stomp hard on the broken pieces of the phone as Jack caught her hand in his.
“We’re still closer to the bike than they are. Run, Skye, we need to get out of here, now.”
As he shouted the command at her, Skye saw Jack turn inside and wave at Tank, giving him some hand signal she couldn’t read. Curious more than scared, she peered around the new influx of people and saw Tank react immediately to Jack’s gesture. The large man ducked beneath the bar and returned an instant later with an enormous shotgun.
Skye could tell from the casual ease with which he held the weapon that it was one he was familiar with. Rummaging in her bag again, she tried to feel the grip of her own gun. She’d completely forgotten she was carrying it. Jack, she noticed out of the corner of her eye, already had his in hand, levelled steadily at the men who had broken into a run down the street towards them.
“Everybody down!” Tank boomed from inside the pub as he vaulted over the bar and ran towards the door. He carried the shotgun as if it were light as a feather.
Patrons who weren’t fast enough to duck out of his way were barrelled over and flattened in his wake. Proving their sharp reflexes, many of the construction crew poured out of the door. Their haste was not solely to get out of Tank’s way—from their excited chatter it seemed they were all incredibly interested in the action that was unfolding.
“The bike. Now, Skye!” Jack shouted. Not waiting for her to merely follow his command, Jack grabbed her arm high up near her shoulder and hauled her in the direction of the bike. Skye ducked instinctively as an ear-splitting boom sounded.
She turned even as she continued to run and tried to look behind them.
Tank.
And his shotgun.
Jack managed to get a few shots fired off, his arm outstretched and remarkably steady for a man on the run. Skye clung to her handbag and swore she’d find her weapon the moment
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