Hard Knocks

Habass looked at the shattered head of his man; astonished the police were
such good marksmen. For him, this was a signal to move. Without the
grenade launcher, he knew it would be difficult to match the firepower of
the anti riot police who out numbered them. The jeep leapt forward and
out of its parking space, before tearing out on screeching tires. Smoke from
its burning tires rose into the air like wisps of steam from a teacup. Isah got
behind the wheel of the Toyota Liteace minibus while the others scrambled
in. As the vehicle screeched out of its parking space, volleys from the
concerted fire of the anti riot policemen hit it repeatedly, shattering all the
glass windows, wind shields, and deflating its tires. Yelps of pain emanated
from the occupants as the slugs lodged in their bodies. Having no other
option, the robbers spilled unto the street once again firing wildly as they
tried to make their get away on foot. It was an effort in futility.