I turned and threw myself down and felt the shuddering of the ground under me as the air roared past in a heated wave, tearing at my coat and bringing a hail of debris whining through the night. The steel shrapnel was now moving outwards from the crater, crackling across the facade of the buildings opposite and smashing windows.

Then headlights swung in from the street and a car neared me, its wheels bouncing across the rubble. I got on to my feet and a door came open, and I heard Bracken calling to me to get in.

The End