The siren wail hadn’t even faded from the yard when Cole stomped the accelerator. The armored transport van—a rust-pocked brute with stolen plates—roared out of the maintenance tunnel, rear doors still swinging. Inside, three fugitives braced against the steel walls, wrists bleeding from where the cuffs had been.
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