Takedown by Heather Atkinson

Author:Heather Atkinson [Atkinson, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-01-07T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 14

“Vance,” cried Faith when she saw he was leaning against the deflating airbag, unconscious. She shook his shoulder but he didn’t wake.

Through the window she could see masked figures climbing out of the van and approaching the car.

“Vance,” she said, attempting to shake him awake again but he didn’t respond. At least she could see he was still breathing.

Realising it was all down to her, she flung off her seatbelt, grimacing at the ache in her body and yanked the extendable baton out of her inner jacket pocket. When her door was pulled open, she rammed it tip first into the man’s groin. It occurred to her that she might have just assaulted a good Samaritan trying to help them, until the man dropped to his knees and she saw his face was covered with a balaclava, eyes bulging out of it. She smashed the baton into the side of his face, knocking him sideways, pulled the door closed and locked it. Thank God the mechanism still worked. Reaching around behind Vance, she hit the button that locked all four doors.

“Vance, wake up,” she cried when she saw masked figures attempting to pull open his door, failing to realise it was locked. Even if it had been unlocked it wouldn’t have got them anywhere because the impact had crushed the door shut.

There was the sound of the boot lid being prised open. Looking round, she saw Adam being hauled out. Two of the figures had to hold him upright as he staggered towards the transit van. She cried out when the window of the rear door behind Vance was smashed.

“No you don’t you bastards,” she yelled when another masked figure snaked their torso in through the gap and wrapped their arms around Vance in an attempt to drag him out of his seat. As he still had his seatbelt on their attempt was in vain. Faith whacked the man in the arm with the baton, aiming for his elbow joint. He screamed and backtracked out of the car.

While she was distracted, the rear passenger door was pulled opened and a large muscular figure jumped in and attempted to grab her.

“Hello Ben,” she said.

His eyes widened with surprise but the shock didn’t slow him down. When she tried to hit him with the baton, he grabbed her arm and twisted, forcing her to drop it. But he was too slow to stop her other fist from smashing into his face and he fell back into the seat.

Faith tore open the glove box, took out a can of de-icer and sprayed it in his face. With a cry he scrambled out of the car, hands to his eyes. One of the other figures helped him up and back to the van where another one got out clutching a bottle of water to irrigate Ben’s eyes.

When she saw the crowbar being swung at her window, she turned her back and shielded Vance with her body. The window smashed, showering her with glass. A thick arm wrapped around her neck and started to pull her backwards out of the car.

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