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• They came from an angle that wanted to be invisible, a seam in the smoke where a car could slip through and vanish. For a half-second I thought about taking the shot but discarded the idea, knowing I wasn't getting them.
• Their car was faster than mine. So, I didn't try to use mine. I ran off to a power bike resting on the ground close by. One of the men had been trying to escape on it when my bullet met him.
• I moved the bike away from its dead owner, thumbed the kick-start, and the engine licked awake with an eager snarl.