Van was just leaving the police station when he heard a crash behind him, and the rattle of automatic fire. Van looked about. He was alone, Ford having stayed to do some paperwork. Van turned and ran back into the building, ignoring his arm's agony of protest. He hurtled through the double doors he'd exited just a minute or so earlier, and then went left. Ahead of him, round the next bend, Van saw an unfamiliar figure holding, of all things, an AK-47. The man half-turned, hut Van's breakneck pace was enough to ensure that when the two collided, Van had the upper hand. He slammed the goon into a wall, and then smacked his head downwards. Van used to opening this gave to grab the AK with his good hand, and use the strap to throttle the man holding it. The enemy struggled, but Van's fury made him relentless, and it did not take long before there was an audible 'crack' and the foe fell. Van pulled up the AK-47, and then moved into the building, looking for Ford.