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The attack came from an unexpected quarter, in the form
of a mass-transit bus. Evidently somewhere along the way,
the attackers had stolen the vehicle, then locked on to the
limousine's course through radio communications.
"Hold on," McCarter said, stomping on the accelerator.
Skillfully, drawing on the talent and experience that had
made him a good driver in the rallies back home, the Phoe-
nix Force leader aimed his vehicle at the approaching bus.
The limo driver saw the danger and hit the brakes, flaring
the taillights in bright ruby. Without hesitation, the bus sud-
denly crossed lanes, smashing into an oncoming car and
sending it spinning away, narrowing the distance to the
limousine.
"Calvin, Gary," McCarter called out over the headset as

he drew his Browning Hi-Power pistol from shoulder
leather.
"Here," Manning said.
"Coming around," James replied. "Be there in a min-
ute."
But there was no time to intercept the bus. It barreled
down the street like a runaway locomotive, closing on the
limousine as it tried to back away. Overtaking the luxury
car, the fiat front of the vehicle smashed up against it,
knocking it out of control.
McCarter drew even with the limousine as it butted up
against a light pole on the curb. Then the bus smashed into
it again, driving it through the light pole and up against the
front of a nightclub, scattering the patrons as they ran for
their lives.
The bus driver shifted, then surged forward, using the
bulk of his vehicle to pin the limousine against the brick
wall of the building.
Three or four men inside the bus made a dash to get out,
carrying automatic weapons. They fired at the limousine,
not doing any real damage because the luxury car was bul-
letproof.
Stepping on the brake, downshifting and throwing the
Mazda into a controlled slide, McCarter brought the car
around to face the bus broadside. He opened his door and
got out, shouting at the INP man to stay down.
Bullets sparked across the Mazda and whined from the
wet street surface.
Aiming coolly, making every bullet count, McCarter
fired five times in rapid succession and put down three of
the gunners, his accuracy bringing renewed effort on the
part of the surviving members to take him out.
He ducked behind the Mazda, and a glance at the lim-
ousine told him the representatives inside weren't about to