Noah smashed the phone back into it’s cradle harder than he had anticipated doing, and as his long legs took him outside his office door, he grabbed his jacket, arms waving as he rushed, “Peterson, mobilise every spare unit along the north side of the city, all traffic units that are not currently engaged are to attend to the chase, get the details of the suspects and their vehicle from Officer Ray.”

“Yes sir, where are you going?”

“I’m heading over to the scene of the break in to take point, Commissioner’s orders.”

“Yes sir,” Peterson was already picking up the radio and calling out to all available units as Officer Ray came over with mug shots and arrest briefs of the men involved.

Noah came out into the parking lot, and muttered a swear under his breath when he saw that the last car was peeling out of the lot.

A motorcycle skidded around the police car, and into the lot. Noah frowned, but the driver revved the engine at him, and he shook his head, before running up and singing his leg over the back of the bike.

A helmet was thrust into his stomach, and he heard a muffled, “Safety first” from the driver. As soon as he had snapped the helmet’s visor down, the driver kicked off, and a length of rubber was screeched into the parking lot of the two of them tore out of the parking lot.

“What’s the rush?” He yelled to the driver over the noise of traffic.

“The break in. It’s big trouble.”

“How did you find out about it? It’s barely started.”

“From the other side, I just found out who was planning it.”


“And it’s bad. They’re targeting my people. I keep a lot of shit in those vaults.”

“By shit do you mean?”

“About a third of the stuff you and I should really keep a better eye on.”


“That was approximately my thought.”

The driver ignored several traffic laws as the two of them sped through the city, northward to the bank.

“It’s on that street.”

“I know, but with your cops crawling over every entrance and exit, I’d never get in.”

“So what are you thinking?”

“We go in the same way the thieves got in, come on.”

They parked up, quieter than they had been all journey, and slipped off the bike, his driver pulled off her helmet, and a mass of curly hair that he had similar problems with in the morning tumbled out, and she gave her twin a grim look as the judged the neglected grocery store in front of them, closing down signs plastered all over the front.

Jimmying open the door, the two of the cautiously swept the room, and almost immediately found the disturbed entrance to the cellar. Down there, in the side of the wall was an extensive hole, and lots of concrete dust. Sure, it had probably taken them forever to make the tunnel, but it was a small price to pay to circumnavigate most of the security measures.

Noah listened into his radio briefly, “Two suspects still thought to be inside the building,” he pulled his hand gun out of his holster and flicked the safety off, “let’s go.”

Naomi also pulled out a handgun, but let him take front point as the two of the swept and cleared the tunnel, and came out into the vault.


Running her hands along the vault deposit boxes, she checked the numbers of which ones had been broken into, “I’ve got three of my five boxes still here, but the other two-”

Noah heard the click of a gun, and bull-rushed his twin as the bullet was fired, ricocheting off the metals boxes and into the floor. From underneath him, Naomi pulled her gun and fired twice, dead centre on the mass which had just peeked out from the side of the vault door.

Noah looked down at her, “Safety first,” he said, grinning into her glowering face.