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A FRANTIC ESCAPE
Parking lot of Clifton’s convenience store. Metter, Georgia.
“Attention in the vehicle,” the female State Patrol officer yelled, still having no idea anyone was actually stowed away inside one of the brand-new cars. “This is the Georgia State Patrol. Put your hands in the air and slowly exit the vehicle.” The other two officers moved behind her then toward the cab of the eighteen-wheeler.
The man in the Kia fiddled inside his rucksack until his hand landed upon the objects he needed. He withdrew an Atlanta Braves baseball cap and pulled it low over his brow to help obscure his face. He then pulled out two other small packages and ripped into them. One contained a single flashbang grenade, a device designed to disorient any foe; the other, a packet of firecrackers st
