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"Another calculated risk," Lathe corrected mildly. "They'll have to scramble to cover all the Strip's exits, and in the confusion we'll have a better chance of slipping out."
"We'd do better to run for it directly," Fuess ground out.
Lathe glanced at the Argentian. "Recommendation noted, Commando," he said with a coldness that surprised Caine. "Now strap in."
"Yes, sir," Fuess muttered.
Ahead, through breaks in the traffic, Caine caught a glimpse of more warning lights. "Someone coming," he said, pointing.
"I see it," Lathe said. "You strapped in? Good. Hang on, everybody." Tapping the brakes, he turned right and once more accelerated. Barely twenty meters ahead was the wall's Avis Street gate.
The Security guards behind the mesh, caught completely by surprise, had no chance to offer resistance. Both froze for a second, then scrambled madly to get out of the way. Caine never saw whether they made it; his eyes closed automatically as he braced for the impact.
They hit with a spine-wrenching shock that threw Caine hard against his seat belts as the air exploded with the screech of tortured metal. For a long instant he was sure the gate had held... and then, abruptly, they were accelerating again and the racket was falling behind them. Opening his eyes, he saw through the badly cracked windshield that the front of the car was still relatively intact. "We made it!" he said, not quite believing it.
Beside him, Mordecai exhaled quietly. "I wasn't at all sure that would work," he said.
Lathe seemed to be fighting the wheel. "Security cars are usually built pretty strong. I wouldn't want to try that on the i
"You were right," Fuess admitted, shaking his head. "I apologize, Comsquare. You pulled it off."
"Save the back-patting for later," Lathe told him shortly. "Look for a car we can commandeer—this one's crabbing to the left."
Glancing down a cross street as they passed, Caine caught a glimpse of warning lights. "Security car approaching from the west," he reported.
"From behind us, too," Mordecai added.
"Okay." Lathe turned left at the next street and immediately braked to a halt. "Mordecai, play backstop. We'll take that car up ahead."
"Right." Wrenching open his door, Mordecai slid out, taking one of the pistols with him.
Starting up again, Lathe drove another half block to the parked car he'd pointed out. "Everyone out," he ordered. "Fuess, get that car unlocked."
Seconds later, the first Security car squealed around the corner behind them. "Caine, take cover," Lathe snapped, snatching the rifle and pistol from him and ru
Caine obeyed, jumping in front of their car and crouching low. The chase car had meantime skidded to a cross-ways stop, blocking the street and providing cover for the six Security men who poured from it. With a glance down the street behind him—where a handful of pedestrians were prudently ru
And then, suddenly, the hail of darts ceased. A motion from the side made him start before he realized it was only Lathe. "Is that car ready yet?" the comsquare called, loping toward him.
"Uh...." Confused, Caine looked cautiously over the top of the car.
Mordecai was ru
Once again Mordecai had beaten heavy odds... and once again Caine had managed to miss the show.
Beside him, there was a click. "Should work now," Fuess reported, sliding out from under the vehicle—just as two more Security cars came tearing around the far corner. Mordecai and Lathe reacted together, and two stars went streaking down the block. Incredibly, despite the range, at least one of them found a target, and the sound of a tire blowing was audible over the squeal of brakes. "Get in!" Lathe snapped, throwing two more stars as the Security men began firing ineffectively through their car windows.
Fuess had the doors open, and he and Caine scrambled in. Lathe followed, shouldering Fuess from the driver's seat. "I'll drive," he said, checking the controls. Mordecai emptied his dart gun and tumbled into the back seat next to Caine as the car started to roll. Whipping around in a tight semicircle, Lathe sent them hurtling toward the Security car blocking the road. Caine tensed for another crash, but the comsquare took the car up onto the walkway, edging perilously close to the building on that side and just brushing the Security vehicle. Accelerating, Lathe took a left at the next corner.
Caine didn't even try to suppress the sigh of relief that escaped him. Under his flexarmor he was soaked with sweat. "That was too close," he said to no one in particular.
"It's not over yet," Fuess growled from in front of him. "Lathe, this is crazy. The quizlers back there have broadcast our description to every patrol in the city by now. What are we going to do, keep changing cars and hope we lose them?"
"We could do that," Lathe agreed. "But then we'd still have to get out of the Strip. I don't really want to try smashing another gate."
"So what are we going to do?" Fuess persisted.
Lathe took another couple of corners before answering. "Put yourself in their place," he suggested. "We've got the whole Strip and its eleven exits to play with, and we know that a lot of their manpower was concentrated in their trap south of the Strip. We may even have found a new car by now. Given all that, what would you guess we're doing?"
"Heading east or west, I suppose," Fuess shrugged.
"Right. So we're going where they won't expect us." Even as he spoke Lathe turned a final corner and brought the car to a stop.
Caine blinked. "The wall? The south wall," he added, noting the direction of the sun.
Fuess craned his neck to see the street signs at the corner. "We're only three blocks west of the Avis Street gate," he said, sounding both alarmed and puzzled.
"Right again," Lathe acknowledged. "Everyone out; from here it's on foot."
"We can't climb over it," Fuess said as they got out. "The mesh is loaded with detectors and high-voltage antiperso
"I know. We're going to walk out the gate. Weapons situation?"
"Low," Mordecai said before Fuess could recover from his surprise. "I've got one shuriken left, plus my nunchaku."
"Caine?"
"Two stars."
"Give them to Mordecai. Fuess?"
"This is insane!" the Argentian exclaimed. "They'll still have left a force there to keep unauthorized people out—"
"Weapons, Commando?" Lathe cut him off.
"None!"
"None?" Mordecai was incredulous.
"Of course not—I assumed we'd be going into the Strip. I already told you that."
"Never mind," Lathe cut in. "I've got two stars left; maybe it'll be enough. Let's go. Mordecai, you and Fuess stay a few meters ahead of us for now."
They walked back to the corner and turned right. Other pedestrians were visible far down the street and vehicular traffic was begi