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The Beast
We sprinted in zig-zag bursts. One wall to another, evading the searchlights. I took out the stolen lighter and lit the rag in Nathan’s hand. He darted silently around to the far right of the blockade, while I hurried off to the left.
Spread across another of those wide intersections, this was more than a blockade. It seemed to be a rallying point for cops re-arming themselves or just plain re-charging their batteries. There seemed to be a crisis meeting going on in the centre. A couple of police captains with tactical units huddled round. It suited our plan down to the ground. I broke right, all the way to the opposite side of the blockade to the patrol car I’d marked for death.
I quietly opened the driver-side door and searched for the fuel cap release. I found it in the
