[MaC] "Now we know..."

[Knave of Amber]

> >>As Philip ran towards them, two of the UXB soldiers drew
> >>their weapons too, and one shouted, "Halt!  Or we'll fire!"
> >
> > Philip angled away from the UXB team, but otherwise acted as though he had
> > not heard any of the threats. He certainly didn't slow down.
> 
>        Upstairs, Pamela heard the shouting, and her training cut in. She
> seized her bag in one hand and her skirt in the other and made for the
> stairs without a word, pelting down them as fast as her high-heeled
> slippers would let her.
> 
>        To Hades with the lift. And to Hades with Fitzroy. If Philip Powell was
> going to blow up half of London, *someone* would have to help put it
> back together.

On the street, Michael didn't hesitate. *Crack*, *crack*, *crack*
three shots rang out. He would've aimed low, hoping to just wound him
like in those American movies, but the Blitz's rubble obscured too
much of the pilot. Center mass, just like they taught in training, in
the Great War. As soon as the third shot left the pistol, the Group
Commander was running again, the pistol still in hand.

"Bloody hell."