couldn't roll off some place.
慠ight,?James said, passing the guardt car keys across to Tom. Tou go across to the other side and get her car, IEl help set up the fire.?
As Tom crossed the deserted road and headed for the parking lot outside the sorting office, James cut back around the gate and realised that he couldn't remember where Kyle had parked.
Dude,?James yelled cautiously, wanting to attract Kylet attention without alerting the whole world.
Kyle was so close his reply gave James a fright. James cut between two vans and found him at the back, with the hose connected up ready to spray the napalm.
Tre got the controls on this tank sussed,?Kyle said. Do you want to go up front and drive??
慠ight,?James nodded.
Don't forget to grab the backpack with all our stuff in when you get out.?
James climbed behind the wheel and turned the keys hanging off the steering column.
Keep it slow,?Kyle yelled, as he stepped into the back of the van. T don't fancy falling out into a puddle of napalm.?
James put the van in first and crept out of the parking space, unfamiliar with the biting point of the clutch and anxious not to stall. As he drove at walking pace, Kyle leaned out the back doors with the hose, spraying globs of napalm over the fronts of the parked vehicles on either side and laying the odd streak across the Tarmac to ensure that the fire passed rapidly from one vehicle to the next.
There were four lines of vehicles, but Kyle was worried by the time they got halfway down the third. He scrambled inside the van and thumped on the divider. James pulled up and glanced back through the flap.
The pressure in the tank is down to nothing,?Kyle explained. Nowever hard I crank the pump, I'll only getting a dribble. I want to make sure this van gets everything thatt left in there, because itt covered in our fingerprints.?
Mair enough,?James nodded.
James pulled the key out of the engine and felt a twinge of sympathy for a van that had turned its last wheel with less than 3,000 kilometres on the clock. He slung the backpack with all the maps and stuff over his shoulder and jumped out, catching the full-on stench of the jellied fuel theyr spread over more than sixty trucks and vans.
His stomach somersaulted as he realised that he was one crackle of static electricity away from being turned into a stick of charcoal. Kyle pointed the hose at the van and splattered it with the last of the napalm.
T'll shaking,?James said, grinning uneasily at his gloved hands. Lett get out of here. Have you got the miniature bottles??
Kyle nodded. And the lightert in my back pocket.?
The boys moved quickly towards the gate, but pulled up sharp as they glanced at their only escape route: there was no sign of Tom, or the security guardt car, but a Rapid Trak van was stopped outside the gate with its engine running and a uniformed driver stood in the kiosk using the telephone. Three more Rapid Trak employees were heading towards the scene.
Ehit,?James gasped. That do you reckon??
Theret Tom??Kyle asked, glancing up and down the road.
Either he got nabbed getting in the guardt car, or he chickened out when he saw the van pull up and the driver go looking for the security guard.?
Areat,?Kyle huffed.
Eo what do you reckon??James asked. 慠un for it??
So choice,?Kyle said. Tf we get busted our mission is down the pan, and I'll not gonna stand around here and wait to get roasted.?
James and Kyle started running and made it past the kiosk before the guy inside glimpsed their black outlines. He yelled out and the trio walking towards the scene gave chase as the boys broke into a full sprint up the middle of the deserted road. Two of the men were fat jellies, but the third was a massive black dude with a serious turn of speed.
By the time theyr run three hundred metres, her got close enough to James to bundle into him. From running at full pelt, James turned his ankle and clattered into the concrete, shredding his plastic gloves as he put his hands out to protect his face.
James tried scrambling up, but an expertly aimed Karate kick slammed his ribcage and sent him crashing back to the tarmac. Kyle realised his companion was in trouble and turned back. The black guy went into a fighting stance and Kyle wasn't confident: the guy was a slab, half a