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I wait for the two men to jump out on me, either side of the truck. They do. Weapons out. They lower them. I'm not there. Lying on the roof of the left hand trailer, I roll over and swing myself down. I hit the ground running, straight to the Range Rover. I climb inside, my rucksack already off and slung onto the passenger seat.
The engine's running. I shut the driver door and put it in reverse. The two men aren't fooled for long. They sprint into view, unloading rounds as I back up fast. I weave left to right, making myself a harder target. A bullet chips the right side of the bonnet. Another two puncture the windscreen, top and centre. But otherwise, we're golden. I spin the Range Rover and the passenger door swings itself shut.
I speed towards the security barrier. Slam on the br
