Chapter Three

The next thing Andy knew he was sitting in the back row of a car giving directions to Gwen's house. It was very unnerving. To break the silence he said.

"So, er, you lot are some sort of specialists from London. Am I right? I mean, I totally respect that. Really I do. But sometimes, there's no substitute for a little bit of local knowledge. And let me tell you, Gwen will be absolutely no bother." He thought back. Maybe she would be a bother. He noticed all the weapons and chuckled nervously. "We're not going in there all guns blazing, are we?"

Agent Johnson didn't even look back to him. "How far is it?"

"Two Minutes." She pulled out and cocked her gun. The rest of the officers followed suit. Andy's eyes grew larger than pizzas and cursed under his breath. They went down the wet road and Andy took a deep breath.

Five minutes later they turned onto Gwen's street. He saw her quickly dump a suitcase in her car as their car skidded round the turn. Gwen looked up and noticed them. At first she had that deer in the headlights look, but then quickly gathered her composure. She pulled two handguns out of her pockets, and fired at the van, then hopped in her getaway car.

Agent Johnson, without looking back said, "See? She's a terrorist." The driver pushed on the gas and a creaking, squeaking sound came from the tires. The car was stuck. Andy couldn't help as a smile appeared on his face.

"She shot the wheels. What kind of terrorist, shoots your wheels?" Trying to ignore this witty point, she responded.

"A clever one."