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the building "gotta boogie..." not even allowing the thought of who was behind him, praying that they wouldn't dare shooting guns in public. Could be wrong. This area had nearly no pedestrians. "Pleeeeeese, not yet," a mental prayer in full out sprint down the alley, past the propane tank and the dumpsters, into the far alley alongside the buildings which faced the opposite street where the Explorer was waiting. The back hatch was tossed up, and Shannon thrown in sideways, chair and all. Frank almost limped back toward the alley and fired one shot at two armed men dangerously close in pursuit forcing their retreat to the nearest dumpster. He could see, even though it was not visible from here, that they were crouching just to the other side of where the propane tank was hidden. Hidden, but not for long, as Sumner spun to get back to the car, a most horrendous explosion. Debris rocketed past him from the alley way. Big stuff, cement, metal, a gush of cinder. "Really gotta boogie." He sped away. Heading toward the highway, he worried briefly that the roar was a bit much for windows being blown out of a basement. Big chunks of concrete didn't help settle that worry. "Here," he called to Shannon who was just now using the floor hooks of the rear compartment to pull the rag from her mouth. "What was that explosion?" was her first intelligible sentence. "Propane." "Jesus." Flipping a scissors into the back, but not losing any time in getting away, "Use that to cut your tape. Can you do it?"

"I think so. Give me a little help.." "Can't. Got to put some distance.."