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    "You're a bit of a deep chick, aren't you?" Cody's loud voice remarked, while his eyes were framed by the mirror again. Calisto smiled, but then, reflected in the mirror, she saw Cody's face light up with a sudden brightness. Immediately he pinched shut his eyes as the sharp beam of light assaulted the mirror from the car behind them.
    "Hey! Fuck off! It's the middle of the day, you prat!" Cody shouted, saluting the car behind him with an extended middle finger raised against the rearview mirror. Still the headlights remained in his mirror. He slowed down considerably.
    "Let's see how he likes driving slower than he can walk, the bastard," he said with a darkening scowl. Calisto did not want to look back and Jason kept stealing looks to the back window, but in the brightness he could not discern anything.
    "What is his fucking problem?" Jason barked as they came to High Street. His voice had not an ounce of fear in it, but he did sound roused enough to be concerned.
    The car tailgated them all the way. This was no coincidence on account of bad driving or alcohol, this was deliberate.
    Suddenly the 4 × 4 jerked violently, forcefully throwing its three occupants forward. The car behind them had plowed into them and was speeding up again to crash its grill into the rear of the car. Calisto pressed the button to lower her window.
    "Don't be stupid! They could mistake you for Mr. Purdue and blow your brains out!" Jason screamed, and he sank between the seats to grab the woman and pull her down, but he missed and she leaned out the window. Wildly grappling with his long arm, Jason got hold of her hoodie and pulled her inside.
    "It's a Landie. They're driving a blue Land Rover," she wailed. But before the men could respond a hail of bullets sprayed the powerful armature of their vehicle.
    "Stay down!" Cody shouted and lunged at the wheel, swiftly jerking it to the left. Over the pavement the 4 × 4 raced onto Cockburn Street with fury, but the Land Rover stayed on its tail.
    Calisto ran her hand down her leg and pulled a gun from the quick-draw holster at her ankle.
    "Cody, watch your head!" she screamed. "He is a high shooter!"
    "Wha—?" Cody tried to duck, but suddenly a bullet smashed the back window and missed him by inches.
    "This is bulletproof glass! How the fuck did they do that?" Jason shrieked, wrenching his Beretta from its holster.
    "Elephant gun," Calisto cried, as she aimed for the Land Rover's front left tire. Jason looked at her in disbelief as she cocked the Makarov in her dainty hand. Expertly she blew out the tire. The rubber exploded with a crack and the Land Rover vaulted from its path, bounding wildly in three consecutive clean rolls before crashing into a wall.
    "Stop!" Jason told Cody, "Let's go get the bastards. I wanna know what they want and why the hell they are trying to kill us!"
    They parked the 4 × 4 close to the bent and steaming wreck of the Land Rover to cordon off its escape route, should it by some miracle still be able to move. Rushing to the mangled doors the two security guards had their Berettas handy for any surprises. Calisto stayed close behind Cody, her weapon still drawn.
    "How did you get that?" Jason asked her. "We patted you down when we found you."
    "I stashed it on the ledge before I jumped, so that I could retrieve it later," she frowned nonchalantly, giving Jason the distinct feeling that he was nothing but a novice at cunning.
    Cody scoffed at her, equally dissatisfied with how stupid she made them look.
    The three approached from the side of the road to determine the number of pursuers in the vehicle and the condition they were in. The other side of the capsized Land Rover was mere centimeters from the crumbling wall it had collided with. Cody and Jason crouched at the doors while Calisto stole to the back of the vehicle. As the two men sank down to look, they met the barrel of a gun at close range. Calisto could hear the bullets tear through fabric and flesh—two