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Stealthily he crept towards the passenger door …
    â€˜What the hell is he up to?’ Jonah muttered.
    Motti dumped the swords down on the concrete as hard as he could. The sudden noise was deafening. Even at this distance Tye saw the guard jump so high in the driver’s seat he must have whumped his head on the roof. And before he could recover his wits, Motti threw open the passenger door and socked him with a scabbard.
    â€˜He’s crazy!’ hissed Jonah. ‘A noise like that will have carried for miles!’
    â€˜So let’s move it!’ said Patch.
    Tye led the charge over to the car. Motti was already throwing the back doors open for the others to dump their stolen arsenal inside. Tye got rid of her bundle, flexed her aching arms and opened the driver’s door. The guard flopped out to the ground, bloody mouthed – she stepped over him and jumped inside. The key was in the ignition and she clutched for it; the engine turned over with a rich growl.
    The car lurched as the others finished loading up and launched themselves inside, Motti, Patch and Jonah in the back and finally Con in the front.
    â€˜Great plan, Mot,’ said Jonah coldly. ‘Wake up the whole neighbourhood, why don’t you –’
    â€˜I think we’ve got company,’ Con shouted, checking the wing mirror. Then she swore as the back of the car took a fierce smack of bullets. The rear windows shattered under the onslaught.
    â€˜Jesus, Tye, get us out of here!’ Motti yelled, as Jonah roughly bundled him and Patch forwards to the floor before they got their heads blown off.
    â€˜Guess they worked out we weren’t hiding in the turbine block, then,’ called Patch weakly.
    Tye stamped down on the accelerator as she eased up on the clutch, and with a screech of tyres the car sped away. She steered in a crazy zigzag, felt the bullets pumping into the bodywork, the steering wheel twitching with each hit. If just one of the tyres burst …
    But the car held it together as she steered out on to the bumpy dirt road that would take them back to thehighway. She was about to let out a cry of relief when two more guards came sprinting out of the thick foliage ahead of them, raising their automatic weapons. ‘Hang on,’ Tye shouted, yanked up the handbrake and tugged the wheel round hard left. The car tore into a screeching 360-degree spin, and its rear end broadsided the guards before they could open fire. Sticking the gearstick into first, Tye pumped the accelerator and they lurched off again, careering down the track, bumping round the bends, until finally the broad grey strip of the highway came into sight and they roared away into the night’s thin traffic.
    They’d gone a full half-mile before Tye realised she was gripping the wheel so tight she had lost all sensation in her fingers.
    â€˜Am I still alive?’ Patch wondered weakly.
    â€˜You feel this?’ Motti pinched his arm.
    â€˜Ow! Yeah!’
    â€˜Then you’re still alive.’
    â€˜No thanks to you,’ snapped Jonah. ‘That drop-the-swords trick was stupid.’
    Motti climbed shakily back into his seat. His long dark hair had scraped loose from its habitual ponytail and gusted in the wind through the broken windows. ‘Got the armed hood out of our transport, didn’t it?’
    â€˜And brought another three running!’ Jonah stared at him angrily. ‘You could have got us all killed!’
    â€˜Oh, get the new boy, ticking me off like he knows it all!’
    â€˜I’m just saying maybe you should have told us what you were –’
    Motti leaned forwards and shouted in Jonah’s face.‘There wasn’t time for a debate!’
    â€˜The important thing is, we got out unharmed,’ said Con diplomatically. ‘We may not have got the main prize, but I think Coldhardt will be very happy with the rest of our little haul, yes?’
    â€˜Quantity, not