Chapter Sixty-Three
The soldier pulls the door handle slowly up, on the silver police car. The siren drowns him in sound, the lights flash in his eyes, as the team of armed men watch, from a distance away, hiding behind the white company trucks and fork lift. He stops, then pulls the window down with his hands and reaches in, turning the ignition key off. Silence. He smiles and looks back at the others as they all come out, checking around themselves with weapons drawn, slowly approaching him and the vehicle. He speaks into his radio with confidence, smiling.
“Control receiving. This is Vlad. The police car is unmanned. I have shut down the sirens and lights, there are no women here, what shall we do? Over.” He presses the ear piece in and nods his head, pointing at the other men, beckon
