while men like Nick Cobb make millions of pounds through the enslavement and torture of animals.?
While Adelaide unfurled a banner with the Animal Freedom Armyt web address on it, James stepped up to the astonished Nick Cobb and ripped a set of handcuffs out of his jeans.
Ehow us your wrists.?
Cobb grinned dumbly, unwilling to comprehend the gravity of his situation as Otis Fox made a clumsy lunge at James. Unfortunately, the closest the tubby presenter had come to exercising in the past decade was a stroll on the golf course and James dodged easily, before coming back with the handcuffs bunched in his fist and smashing them into the bridge of the presentert nose.
Wendy Fox made a pig-like squeal, as Otis crashed off the end of the sofa with blood streaming down his face.
Don't mess us about,?James ordered.
Anyone else pulls a stunt like that, IEl shoot a member of the audience,?Mark yelled, swinging his gun around so that it pointed at Gaynort wheelchair in the front row.
The audience was eerily quiet, apart from the sobs of a woman burned by the falling glass. Cobb finally held out his wrists so that James could fit the blood-spattered handcuffs as Mark stepped back from the audience and pointed his gun towards the cameraman nearest the studio exit.
Mpen it up.?
James told Cobb to start walking as daylight broke into the studio. He was the last to step out into a drizzly morning and set off at a run across a parking lot towards two Honda touring bikes.
Mark opened up the pannier on the back of the nearest motorbike and tossed James a crash helmet and riding gloves. Adelaide buckled up her helmet and locked her gun away before planting a helmet on Cobb.
T can't shoot and ride,?Mark said, as he handed his gun to James. Eafetyt off.?
With the gun in his hands, James had the power to free Cobb, but Kyle was with Jo and he reckoned sher shoot him if he betrayed the AFA.
Now am I supposed to hold on??Cobb protested, jangling his cuffs.
Adelaide realised that this was a glitch in the AFAt carefully laid plan. She grabbed a small key out of her jeans and undid the cuffs before pointing at James. Try any funny stuff and the boy will shoot you.?
A couple of studio employees had ventured out on to the first-floor fire escape and one of them filmed bravely with a camcorder. James waved the gun at them before jumping on the thickly padded rear seat of the giant bike and locking his arms around Markt waist.
All set,?James said.
Adelaide and Nick roared off first. She hit sixty miles an hour on the slip road out of the lot, before taking a quick glance over her shoulder and surging on to a lightly trafficked section of dual carriageway. James had ridden dirt bikes across tracks in Idaho, but her never experienced a bike at high speed.
The AFA had deliberately provided tight clothes, but even on a touring bike with a big screen to prevent buffeting, his trousers flapped like crazy and he struggled to breathe as the two Hondas doubled the 60mph speed limit.
The bikes kept in close formation as James glanced back for any sign of a police car. According to Jot plan, the nearest station was fifteen minutes away, but you could never be certain that there wasn't a patrol car somewhere closer.
Dodging between traffic, with the wind rushing and the blur of tarmac a few centimetres from his boot was one of the most frightening experiences of James?life. He wasn't wearing properly padded motorcycle leathers and had no idea how much experience Mark had of riding a heavy bike on a damp road. He tried not to remember the horrific images of skin grafts and shattered bones her seen in his motorbike magazines, but they kept popping into his head as the sweat drizzled inside his helmet.
Mercifully, the trip was short. Mark and Adelaide covered eight miles in under five minutes, before pulling off for a final stretch at saner speeds, shooting along a deserted side road past boarded-up warehouses.
They ended up at an abandoned container terminal on the edge of the River Tyne. Two vans and two cars awaited them. One van had its rear doors open with Jo and Kyle sitting on the ledge. Kyle slid out a metal ramp and the passengers climbed off the bikes, before the riders drove them inside and cut the engines.
The helmets and riding gloves were tossed in after