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revving. The sound grew louder and louder until it was all encompassing. It filled the room. He realised it was not just coming from the phone anymore. He could hear it outside.
“ Now! ” Wolfe roared through the receiver.
Jake burst into action. He dropped the phone, kicked his chair out from underneath him and threw himself backwards, away from the table. He landed on the cold floor and skidded along until the back of his neck bumped into the rear wall.
A second later, the side wall exploded. Chunks of concrete and debris went flying across the room. He covered his face with his hands and prayed that nothing substantial hit him. The sound was deafening. The impact shook the room.
He opened his eyes to find two men standing above him. At first glance, they looked like bank robbers. They both wore balaclavas that masked their features, leaving nothing but their eyes exposed. They were the same height, roughly six foot, and even under their leather jackets he could see their huge muscles pressing against the fabric.
And they had been lightning quick.
Jake looked past them to see what had caused the chaos. Parked with its front half inside the police station was a heavy-duty four-wheel-drive. The entire vehicle had been painted black. There was a thick steel plate attached to the grille. It was modelled in the shape of a bulldozer ’ s blade. The plate had ploughed straight through the concrete wall, striking the table in the centre of the room and cleaving it in two. Dust hung thick in the air. Jake coughed after inhaling some.
The door to the interview room flew open. The racket must have attracted the attention of every person in the station. Bryce had been waiting outside for Jake to finish his phone call. He had reacted fast, bursting straight in.
The men in the balaclavas were faster.
Jake watched as Bryce, in his haste, ran straight into the barrel of one of the men ’ s shotguns. The superintendent froze.
That was all Jake saw before the second man hauled him to his feet. He was wordlessly shoved towards the four-wheel-drive. He didn ’ t need anyone to explain what to do. He threw the back seat door open and clambered in as fast as he could. The second man followed him in.
The first – the one holding the shotgun to Bryce ’ s forehead – retreated and climbed into the passenger seat. With all of them in the car, the driver flicked a switch on the dashboard. The bulldozer blade dropped from the grille and clattered to the floor, crushing what remained of the table. The driver stamped on the pedal as soon as the blade was detached.
Jake was thrown forward in his seat as the wheels spun and the four-wheel-drive reversed out of the hole it had created. Through the windscreen, he saw Bryce shakily unbuckle a pistol from its holster at his waist and aim it at them. A second later, a shot ricocheted off the windscreen.
“ Don ’ t worry, my man, ” the driver said. “ Bulletproof glass. ”
Jake took a short breath of relief before he was thrown down into the footwell. He hadn ’ t had time to put his seatbelt on, and as the vehicle swung round in a one-hundred-and-eighty degree arc across the lawn outside, the momentum forced him off his seat. As soon as the spin was complete, the driver floored the accelerator and the SUV sped away from the police station at a hundred kilometres an hour.
*
Inside the demolished interview room, Superintendent Bryce swore viciously as he watched the vehicle fade into the distance. Rubble cascaded down off its roof as it jumped from the grass to the road.
The door crashed open behind him. He wheeled around to find a man and woman standing in the doorway, observing the hole in the wall with wide eyes. They were both young junior officers fresh out of the academy. Bryce recognised the woman as Officer Shukla, a new recruit with a fiery temper. It was now in full swing.
“ What just happened?! ” she shouted.
“ See that truck? ” Bryce said,
“ Now! ” Wolfe roared through the receiver.
Jake burst into action. He dropped the phone, kicked his chair out from underneath him and threw himself backwards, away from the table. He landed on the cold floor and skidded along until the back of his neck bumped into the rear wall.
A second later, the side wall exploded. Chunks of concrete and debris went flying across the room. He covered his face with his hands and prayed that nothing substantial hit him. The sound was deafening. The impact shook the room.
He opened his eyes to find two men standing above him. At first glance, they looked like bank robbers. They both wore balaclavas that masked their features, leaving nothing but their eyes exposed. They were the same height, roughly six foot, and even under their leather jackets he could see their huge muscles pressing against the fabric.
And they had been lightning quick.
Jake looked past them to see what had caused the chaos. Parked with its front half inside the police station was a heavy-duty four-wheel-drive. The entire vehicle had been painted black. There was a thick steel plate attached to the grille. It was modelled in the shape of a bulldozer ’ s blade. The plate had ploughed straight through the concrete wall, striking the table in the centre of the room and cleaving it in two. Dust hung thick in the air. Jake coughed after inhaling some.
The door to the interview room flew open. The racket must have attracted the attention of every person in the station. Bryce had been waiting outside for Jake to finish his phone call. He had reacted fast, bursting straight in.
The men in the balaclavas were faster.
Jake watched as Bryce, in his haste, ran straight into the barrel of one of the men ’ s shotguns. The superintendent froze.
That was all Jake saw before the second man hauled him to his feet. He was wordlessly shoved towards the four-wheel-drive. He didn ’ t need anyone to explain what to do. He threw the back seat door open and clambered in as fast as he could. The second man followed him in.
The first – the one holding the shotgun to Bryce ’ s forehead – retreated and climbed into the passenger seat. With all of them in the car, the driver flicked a switch on the dashboard. The bulldozer blade dropped from the grille and clattered to the floor, crushing what remained of the table. The driver stamped on the pedal as soon as the blade was detached.
Jake was thrown forward in his seat as the wheels spun and the four-wheel-drive reversed out of the hole it had created. Through the windscreen, he saw Bryce shakily unbuckle a pistol from its holster at his waist and aim it at them. A second later, a shot ricocheted off the windscreen.
“ Don ’ t worry, my man, ” the driver said. “ Bulletproof glass. ”
Jake took a short breath of relief before he was thrown down into the footwell. He hadn ’ t had time to put his seatbelt on, and as the vehicle swung round in a one-hundred-and-eighty degree arc across the lawn outside, the momentum forced him off his seat. As soon as the spin was complete, the driver floored the accelerator and the SUV sped away from the police station at a hundred kilometres an hour.
*
Inside the demolished interview room, Superintendent Bryce swore viciously as he watched the vehicle fade into the distance. Rubble cascaded down off its roof as it jumped from the grass to the road.
The door crashed open behind him. He wheeled around to find a man and woman standing in the doorway, observing the hole in the wall with wide eyes. They were both young junior officers fresh out of the academy. Bryce recognised the woman as Officer Shukla, a new recruit with a fiery temper. It was now in full swing.
“ What just happened?! ” she shouted.
“ See that truck? ” Bryce said,
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