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Brace Yourself
A brief summary of the things in the way:
Wooden police barriers.
Pickups.
Patrol cars.
A SWAT van.
An entire unit of cops.
Thousands of rounds of ammunition.
Oh, and another drinks table.
We hit the wooden barriers first. Like a rhino breaking a line of toothpicks.
Then came a mass of cops, cars and pickups. That was a different story. The cops bailed out of the way at the last moment, but the cars and pickups weren’t going anywhere without a little persuasion.
We smashed into them, riding up over the top of a patrol car and whomping down on the other side. I felt at least a foot of clean air between my bum and the passenger seat, before bouncing down with a spine-altering jolt.
Nathan at least had a steering wheel to cling on to. He grunted as we rocked bac
