A sheet of hail smacked the van windscreen, forcing John to slow down. His hands gripped the wheel tighter, his eyes sharpening on the disappearing road. So far he was calm, focussed. But the calculating soldier could easily become a berserker when provoked. If they crossed into enemy territory to discover the worst… well, Charlie didn"t even want to think that far ahead. He sucked in a breath, knowing this could very well be the final stand.
It wasn"t what they"d planned for, but Charlie was ready.
The station stood near the border like Scotland Yard"s inferior sidekick. Cops zipped in and out of the main entrance like frantic bees, frenzied by the rioting erupting all over town. The distraction would work in their favour. John drove the van towards the side of the station. The gates to
