[Thursday June 18th, 2076, ~01:23, Soho, London]
Bulldog already in reverse (not squashing that ork like a bug had been an act of sheer iron will - akin to not smoking for a day or something), Al's rear camera display on the windshield showed the wrecked car that had been blocking their escape jump straight into the air.
He didn't know which of the team's devil-worshippers had done it, but he was going to buy them a drink once they clocked off.
<<Yee-hah! Now shift that damned toy car, little guy, an' we's outta Dodge!>>
Not one to waste an empty second, Al pressed a button on the dash, which was worryingly lit up like a damned Amsterdam street with red lights. Behind him, there was a click on the floor of the van, and a large panel popped up.
None of the doctor's family had had time to start screaming yet, but he was sure they would be in a moment, so now was the time to talk: "Inna hatch, Doc."
"What? I'm not hiding and leaving my family." Squeals and hugs.
"Spoken like a brave man, but not a smart one. These fellers is after you, not them. They breach this ride, you're done - unless they can't find ya. You in there is the best way to perteck yer kin. Now git!"
Once the man was in the padded, environmentally controlled compartment, Al sealed both the internal and external locks. If they got breached, he'd put his knife through the controls, and the bastards would have to cut the doc out if they wanted him.