38
The Last Perimeter
I threw myself over the rail like a gymnast swinging on a bar. I landed on both feet in the truck, where Lazy Cop was retrieving his handgun from the floor and pointing it at Nathan, yelling for him to stop.
He turned to fire at me as I came up behind him, but I was too fast, dodging to one side and forearm smashing him in the nose. As he swayed on the spot, I snatched his duty pistol off him, marched him to the back of the truck and held him in front of me, the pistol to his head.
The trucks and patrol cars retreated to a safe distance, while the chopper pulled clean out of the fight.
“Brace yourself,” I said to Lazy Cop, moments before shoving him hard out of the truck, the patrol cars and pickups swerving around his body as he rolled off to one side.
“Steer t
