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would probably be a combined speed of
close to two hundred kilometres an hour!
    Then I opened my eyes again and my deep sense
of relief was quickly overwhelmed by embarrassment. Our tracks had
converged beside another set … and the train had been on the
adjacent line, not ours. I was suddenly thankful Veronica couldn’t
see my face - hopefully she had no idea how petrified I’d been.
    Trying to forget my embarrassment, I peered
around and realised we had to be very near Roma Street Station by
now. My mind suddenly turned to what would happen when we arrived.
There was certainly no way we were going to pull up in this thing
without attracting a mountain of unwanted attention. I was pretty
sure driving a ‘bobtrain’ along a public railway line at over a
hundred wasn’t the tiniest bit legal. Would the guards arrest us?
Would Veronica use that gun of hers if they tried? Despite some
insane line about being my wife, I still had no idea who she really
was … nor what she was capable of. The one thing I knew for sure
was that she handled that gun of hers with the self-assured
confidence of a Special Forces veteran. If people got in her way, I
was guessing there’d be casualties.
Lots of
casualties
.
    Understandably, I felt immensely relieved a
couple of seconds later when the bobtrain unexpectedly veered left,
off the main track, and through yet another concealed doorway.
Moments later, I was flung forward into my racing harness as the
machine stopped on a dime. Almost immediately the room grew dim and
I glanced round to find the door swiftly sliding shut behind us. A
dull light came on above us and when I heard Veronica unbuckling
herself, I did likewise.
    We both climbed out, dropping our helmets
onto the seats. As she stepped nimbly past me, her arm brushed
lightly against my chest and it felt like an electric charge passed
between us.
    “Let’s go,” she said in that strangely husky
voice of hers, while she threw a sultry look over her shoulder.
Then a second, smaller door slid open ahead of us and she strode
through into a low, dimly lit corridor while I followed in a kind
of euphoric daze.
     
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6
    While my head
spun, she glided ahead of me though the corridor and began climbing
a nondescript flight of stairs toward a plain grey door. Before I
got my thoughts together again, she had opened the door and we were
stepping through into a busy walkway. I estimated we must be
somewhere in the Roma Street Transit Centre – the building which
caters for railway and coach services to and from the Brisbane CBD.
A few people glanced our way but besides the lingering stares which
most of the guys gave Veronica, I was please to notice no one
seemed particularly interested in us. I glanced back when I heard
the door close behind me and was amazed to see nothing but a blank
wall. There was no handle on this side and the door’s edges were as
near invisible as you could get.
    Before I had a chance to examine it more
closely, Veronica led me to the right and we melted into the crowd.
I still had a million questions but I knew a crowded area like this
wasn’t the place to be asking them. Instead, I glanced around at
the people passing by and wondered how long it would take for news
to reach them of the chaos that had erupted on Queen Street a few
minutes ago.
    Then I saw him
. One second there was
a small gap in the crowd … the next he was right there, bold as
brass, bumping into a largish woman while she and a few nearby
people frowned at him in confusion. The flow of the crowd was
strong, however, so the surprised few were quickly forced on their
way. I’d heard that people never really trusted their senses when
something they believed to be impossible appeared to happen. Still,
it was bizarre watching these dazed witnesses merge back into the
crowd and continue on their way with little more than a shake of
their heads and a persistent frown to mark the unfathomable
appearance of a man from thin air. I imagined them