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Yellow & Black
I heard a pop and a whizz over my shoulder. An object burning orange, swooshing by, leaving a snaking white vapour trail in its wake.
It ploughed into the SUV on the left, whamming into the grille and flipping it up and over onto its roof.
JPAC returned fire, taking refuge behind the doors of the two remaining SUVs.
Caught up in the middle, I scrambled for cover behind one of the MI6 off-roaders. I turned one-eighty, to see a yellow and black dot breaking out of the heat haze.
Moving fast towards me, flashing and cracking.
Within a heartbeat, it came whizzing into full view. A sporty yellow dirt bike. A female rider in black spandex and a lightweight Kevlar vest, raven hair flowing in the wind and eyes hidden behind a cool pair of shades. She cut a straight line to
