THE ENEMY
The agents turned around just in time to see a metal bar shoot through the air, knocking the fist agent off his feet and sending him flying into the second agent and immediately crumpling into the wall with a buckled aluminium bar on top of him. He was unconscious before he hit the floor. There was a loud click as the six layer, bulletproof, twelve inch thick reinforced platinum steel door is closed activating the alarm system and turning all the tumblers inside the 36 locks.
As the alarm was raised, a young man walked steadily out of the hospital wearing a black agent's uniform and slowly got into a black Porsche Cayenne Turbo with
midnight-black tinted windows. The left back window opened and a black agent's uniform was thrown out on to the kerb.
"Get us out of here!" said the deep voice.
"Anything you say" grinned the chauffeur, showing row after row of gleaming white teeth and also releasing some breath that smelled strongly of peppermint.
The powerful 5.0 litre V8 revving into life as the car sped off leaving the alarm sounding in the distance with the police car sirens adding to the din. The black Porsche passed six police cars rushing past them at full speed.
"I wonder what they're after?" joked Yassen.