The pace was starting to widen the gap between the two of you, knives pulling ahead.
You sprint over the deserted junction, the screams of sirens ahead and behind, only the briny smell of the Thames reminding you that freedom was in fact, achievable.
The two marked cars behind you slam a right turn and screech to a halt outside gridguide HQ, clearly not noticing you under the effects of your spells.
Clearing the second junction, you could see the access to the private jetty ahead of you, a large metal bar across it to prevent vehicular access that you could easily duck under or climb over. From your slightly elevated postion, you couldn't see your ride, but the gurgling of powerful boat engines over the screaming of sirens and wailing engines let you know it was there and ready. Glancing to your left, you say the convoy of police responders. Several marked patrol cars and a large van, MMU emblazoned on the fron of the van backwards so it could be read in the rear view mirror of a car.
They were no more than 50 metres away from the junction you were at and would be on you in seconds. You still had another 50 or so metres to run to reach the barrier as the first patrol car gunned it past you, stepping out the back end a bit as it took the corner at speed, the second patrol car taking a slightly wider line around the bend.
As the van drew level with you, the man riding in the passenger side looked directly at you, shouting and gesturing to his driver.
The nose of the van dived as the driver slammed on, tortured tyres protesting loudly as they struggled to maintain the deceleration without locking up.
Initiative please!!
