Ray Sullivan publishes science based fiction adventures on Amazon, Smashwords, Apple iBookstore, Barnes & Noble, Sony, WH Smith and other good eBook retailers as e-books. Additionally all of his books are available in paperback on Amazon. He also muses on technology, posts comedic books in serial format and discusses the world of self publishing.
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Wednesday, 27 March 2013
Parallel Lives chapter 76
Jack supervised the loading of John into his car; Alan,
Karen and Michael were going to travel together in the hire car. He looked
around nervously, expecting the two men to return any second. It had occurred
to him that no matter how they had found out about the location they would have
travelled there by car, and he hadn't heard any cars come or go since they had
watched the two men disappear around the corner to the reception.
Looking around he pulled on Alan's arm. ' What do you
notice about the cars in this car park? What do the majority have in common?'
he asked. Alan looked around, taking in the variety of vehicles; estates,
saloons, so called superminis, they were all there, every type bar executive,
most ages catered for from new to ten or more years old.
'Buggered if I can see anything in common,' he answered,
watching the cool air condensing on his breath as he spoke. He looked around
again. 'I get it,' he said, 'most are frozen or part frozen. It's only ours and
a handful of others that aren't. That means we know to within a few cars which
is theirs,' he said, rummaging in his jacket pocket. Jack beat him to the draw,
unclipping his combination tool from his belt.
'You've got one of these,' he asked, pulling out and
locking the smooth blade on his American combination tool. Alan nodded,
appreciating the forbidden US technology.
'Not as fancy as that one, but good enough for what we need
to do,' he replied. Jack led the way.
'I haven't done anything like this since I was a junior
soldier,' he said as they walked towards the first couple of cars that weren't
frozen over. 'Feel the bonnet, from what that guy looking after John said,
these are anything other than local cops, they will have travelled awhile to
get here. Their bonnet should be warm to the touch,' he said, resting his hand
on the first one he reached.
Silently both men moved around to the opposite sides of the
car. Angling their blades into the middle of the sidewalls they pushed, each
penetrating the front tyres on their respective sides virtually simultaneously.
Without waiting to check the results they moved off, to different cars each
this time. Within thirty five seconds they had trashed the tyres on every car in
the car park that could have belonged to the two men.
'Right, said Alan, I believe you are leading the way
again?' Jack nodded.
'Let's start at the beginning,' he said, 'it always makes
more sense that way.'
As the two cars left the car park in convoy they saw two
men come running out from the reception, rushing back up the stairs.