The Extraction

As it would turn out, getting the Range Rover back onto its wheels was a lot easier than I'd first envisioned, in fact, I didn't need to do anything at all. As the car reached the bottom of the embankment, it hit a small concrete barrier, and flipped violently onto its wheels, rocking back and forth, threating to tip over onto its side. When the car finally settled itself onto the tarmac, I planted my foot hard on the accelerator, dragging up every last ounce of power from its turbocharged V6 that had miraculously avoided being hit by any stray bullets. With Tyler, my terrified passenger, screaming his lungs out, we shot the wrong way up an off ramp and hurtled into oncoming motorway traffic. I scraped the Range Rover through a gap in the barrier, and hit a hundred miles per hour as a trio of black BMW saloon cars sped up the motorway in pursuit, looking as menacing as a pack of hungry wolves. I passed a hundred-and-twenty as I weighed up my options.

If I had another agent with me, we'd be able to shoot out the BMW's and proceed at a more comfortable speed. I could ask Tyler to take the wheel for me, but the kid hasn't done much except scream since I'd gotten him into the passenger seat almost two hours ago; there's no way he'd be able to confidently drive at this speed. To make matters worse, traffic seemed to be slowing up, and way up ahead I could see the beginning of a queue starting to form as the motorway approached a toll booth. It was at this point I realized just how much of a corner I'd backed myself into. We were going to have to stop, and then the goons in the saloons would be right on top of us, guns blazing. Slamming the accelerator to the floor as hard as I could, I tried to put as much distance between us and the BMW's as I possibly could, nearly crashing into a family in a people carrier as I pulled in front of them and filed into a faster lane, putting more and more cars between us and our pursuers. As I looked back to try and spot the three BMW's, I almost rear-ended a hatchback that was slowing up. We were now in the queue, three cars to the toll booth. Nice one, Jen.

"Okay Tyler, we need to get out, and we need to stay low. Are you ready?" The terrified boy looked at me with an expression clearly meant to show me that he was not, in fact, ready to jump out of a car and confront the men with guns. "Okay, on three," I said, giving him no choice in the matter, "One, two, three!" I ducked out of the car and pulled open the rear door to shield me from any gunfire that might let fly from the guys in the BMW's. Tyler, on the other hand, remained frozen in his seat. Muttering more than a few curses under my breath, I leaned back into the car and grabbed a hold of him quite roughly and pulled him right across the centre console and out onto the tarmac. Deciding that this was, in fact, most likely going to end in a shootout, I scrambled back into the car and reached into the back seat for my M-16 rifle, checking that there was still plenty of ammunition left in the magazine. Returning to the road, which was now ablaze with the sound of cars beeping their horns in anger at the stalled Range Rover blocking their path, I quickly picked out the first of the black saloons, sitting four cars back. The passenger got out of the BMW slowly, raising a 9mm automatic pistol towards the Range Rover. I double tapped him in the chest, and he hit the ground like a ton of bricks. This really set things into motion, as terrified drivers tried to force their cars through the barrier at the toll booth, fearing for their own lives. The driver of the BMW, leapt out of the car much more quickly and ripped off five shots into the side of the Range Rover. Idiot. Seconds later, he met the same fate as his passenger.

Drivers had started abandoning their cars now, and were leaping the barriers like gazelles escaping from a lion. I dragged Tyler along with me into the fray, and spotted the second and third saloon cars. They were still trapped some distance back, and with any luck, we'd escape them without a fight. Thinking on my feet, I dragged Tyler through the toll, terrifying the small African woman who occupied the booth, and towards the throng of escaping cars. Still keeping watch for the goon squad in the BMW's, I set my sights on a red Kia Rio hatchback, being driven by a lone man in his mid-thirties. It had all the hallmarks of a slightly-worn family car, with a general layer of road grime coating the sides, wheels that were scraped from too many clips of the pavement, and a little sticker on the rear windscreen that read Baby on Board. It was the perfect car to lay low in, a stark contrast to the flashy Range Rover that was now in several pieces on the other side of the booth. I knocked on the guys' door and wrenched it open.

"MI5," I lied, "I need to use your car, so I'll need you to get out." The man looked to argue, but faltered at the sight of my M-16, and quietly jumped from the vehicle and made his way to one of the toll booths with a look of confusion on his face. I threw Tyler across the back seats and told him to keep low. I could see the goon squad in my rear view mirror checking out the inside of the Range Rover, oblivious to the switch in cars. Quietly, I slipped the Kia into first gear and began accelerating away from the toll, and away from the goon squad. After a long and tense journey up the M6, we finally crossed the border into Scotland, where we switched cars again, this time to an old Volvo estate, and drove onto the extraction point. By the time a Kilsyth Academy helicopter landed in a muddy field somewhere north of Edinburgh, night had started to creep up on us, and I knew that I would definitely not be making it home in time for supper, but at least Tyler had finally fallen silent. I had tried to comfort him on the drive north, tried to tell him that he would be coming with me to a great new school where he would be safe and make new friends. Perhaps he was in too much shock to care, or perhaps he knew I wasn't being entirely truthful, but I felt like he deserved to be shown at least some compassion, for I knew that the moment he set foot into Kilsyth Academy, his life would be changed forever, just like mine. I reflected back to my first day at the Academy, I had cried, I'd fought, I'd demanded to be taken home, to go back. No, I was told, Jennifer Kelly, you can never turn back

Author's Notes

Hi everyone,

Thank you for reading chapter 1! I think I'm going to keep my chapters short and sweet, and I'll probably turn this into a short story. I hope you guys enjoyed chapter 1, and hopefully you are keen to read more, and to explore Kilsyth Academy! If you like the idea of the story, I'd really appreciate it if you would leave me some feedback, and of course, some constructive criticism is always welcome too.

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