Ian's SAAB 900 Turbo turned into a tight left hand turn clinging to the grass verge, then putting on a fraction more power to bring the car out of the bend. The car handled well when he was left foot braking to gain more power to come out of the bends. At the time he was driving through a complicated series of country lanes and was travelling dangerously fast.

A glance at the head up display of his digital instruments reflected in the windshield of his personalised SAAB told him the machine was touching dangerous speeds for this kind of secondary road. The motor howled as he changed down again then accelerating through a series of S bends gently common sense took over and he applied a touch to the brakes reducing his speed to a safer pace. He still however remained hot and furious, already that evening he had made the same journey in the opposite direction to his recently acquired and recently decorated country cottage.

Ian arrived at Lavenders' house getting the remote control from his private compartment he pressed the button on the remote control and the gates opened,driving down the gravelled driveway things did not feel right. Ian had a bad feeling about this generally he would see Lavender in the window. Lavender was always thrilled to see him and she would look out of the window waiting for his arrival so she could give him a tremendous hug and a kiss, sensing things were not right but thinking about Lavender.

Ian parked his SAAB and walked up the steps to the door of his sweethearts house Lavender Peacock, the mobile phone in his pocket started to ring when he answered to his surprise it was Lavender she said that she was ok.

 

Lavender sounded frightened muttering that she had a lucky escape some men armed with machine guns had tried to kill her.Lavender was a trained woman but common sense and instincts this time had saved her life. Ian replied by saying he thought he could hear men in the house and he would pick her up when it was safe, but clever thinking had already headed him back to the SAAB. Ian's` SAAB was easily converted from petrol to gas if the fuel became even more critical, his SAAB was armour plated and had Bullet Proof Glass, Steel Reinforced Ramming Bumpers and Heavy Duty Tyres self sealing even after being hit by Bullets. Ian had a highly sophisticated bugging and listening device a special VL 22H counter - surveillance receiver, a pen alarm set to a frequency which linked it to a long range modification to his SAABS SAS 900 Alert System, as a back up there was a small ultrasonic transmitter to protect his SAAB from Sabotage such as if a bomb had been rigged to it. Ian did not mention his TH70 N itefinder goggles which were Standard fitting to his SAABS Communication Control System, some eyebrows were raised at Ian's choice of a foreign car, when all the pressure was on to buy British, but he shrugged it off by pointing to the fact it was British, the particular complex and sophistication personalisation such as the Head - Up Digital Instrument Display, the Cruise Control System and several other pieces of magic made possible by British know how and the mighty Micro Chip. Ian did not mention the month during which the car had been taken by the Multinational Communication Control System ( C.C.S ) Company who added some of their own Standard Refinements Security Devices that would make Q Branch mouths water.

Ian reasoned that it was his car and him not Q Branch was under severe financial restraint anyway would decide what features should be incorporated.

Ian pulled out his special designed designed ignition remote control he pressed the button and his SAAB sprung to life, he now knew men were after him, there was gun fire throwing his special designed steel – strengthened briefcase on the back seat reaching for the door pull, the door sprung open at the sound of his voice unique to him, he slid behind the steering wheel slamming the door and flicking on the dead locks of his SAAB and putting on his seat belt.

It was dark but he could see shadowing figures all round the SAAB unlocking the two hidden compartments grabbing his TH70 Nitefinder goggles, when he put them on he could now see five men around the car one man had a gun pointing at the window telling him to get out of his SAAB or he would shoot, it was then Ian hit the Tear Gas button all he could hear was a thud and the hissing. The Tear Gas expelled enveloping the SAAB looking he could see the effects as the five men began to reel away from the SAAB and the angry white cloud of smoke rose around the windows.

The SAAB has a special designed filter to stop any of the Tear Gas from entering into the cabin area of the car, there was a built in oxygen unit in the SAAB , the oxygen masks are with in reach in the roof lining above his head and the passengers head and in the rear incase the air ran out, or if some Tear Gas entered the cabin area of the SAAB.
With his foot hard on the accelerator letting off the hand brake the SAAB shot forward skidding wildly on the gravel straightening to gain more control, driving at breakneck speed and looking in the rear – view mirror he could see the men coughing and reeling about shielding their eyes bumping into each other, but he could see one of the men recovering grabbing a machine gun, he did not see the flashes he only felt the heavy bumps of the burst of automatic fire hitting the rear of the SAAB, he was not concerned about that there was enough armour plating and bullet – proof glass around him to stop most kinds of weapons . Maybe an anti – tank gun might have some effect but certainly not automatic gun fire changing up a gear with his foot still hard on the accelerator taking the turn too fast he sent a great spray of gravel, the SAAB slid outwards before he gained more control. There were two more heavy thuds one of the tyres no problem he thought the Dunlop Denovos – puncture and split proof tyres will just seal them – selves. It was dark but the view was clear as day through his TH70 Nitefinder goggles. The drive -way to Lavenders house was long and by the time he reached the entrance he was only to discover the gates had been jammed, the screen on the remote control was telling him there was a fault with the gates with the heavy weight gates not working now it was time to test the stressed steel ram reinforced ramming bumpers.

With his foot hard on the accelerator turbo – charger was fully charged and the SAAB was gaining a lot of speed on impact the gates smashed open as if they were constructed of wood. The reinforced ram bumpers worked meritoriously, in a moment the SAAB would be off the rough road and on the wide track leading to the village time he thought to give M some warning grabbing his VL 22H counter – surveillance receiver a pen alarm from his pocket this would send a signal to communication to Regents Park Headquarters building in order to summon support the pen contained micro – facilities so that it operated as a homer therefore when activated Head quarters could keep a track on the main man. He knew there lay trouble ahead opening the hidden compartments throwing his Browning and the unauthorised heavy Ruger Super Blackhawk 45 guns on the passengers seat changing up a gear again and hurtling along the rough road away from Lavenders house looking in his rear – view mirror he could see twin beams of another car far back looking at the Head Up Display of Digital instruments showing well in the excess of 90 mph he had to make up his mind in a matter of seconds the village would be under threat and would not have been alerted by this time.

Ian reasoned that the most dangerous path lay straight ahead the answer would be to take the SAAB around going back on his own heading following the track which ran parallel to Lavenders house the way he came to reconnoitre the previous night with out lights the SAAB would be difficult to follow and he reckoned that even on the rough track it would not take long to make the road to Shieldaig. The telephone rang he answered it and it was Lavender she was at Shieldaig he told her to stay low and that he was heading that way and he would pick her up when he arrived there.
The SAAB was bucketing badly along the uneven road but Ian held his speed. In a moment the SAAB would be off the rough road and on to the wide track leading to the village.

Without warning a light came on, then another twin spots from the kerb the reception committee the spotlights wavered then homed in on the SAAB like spot lights following the king in a pantomime. Ian started to apply the brakes changing down a gear slowing but still travelling at speed he thought to slow down just enough to let them think you `re not going to run straight through, make them think the spots are effecting vision that was a godsend about the the Nitefinder goggles.
He took a gulp of air as he saw the first flicker of automatic fire from near the kerb coming from between the spots , then the slow coloured balls curved towards him tracer lasy but deadly.

One hand went to the locking device on the Gun Port built in just below the dash a turn and slide and the Gun Port was open. Ian picked up the unauthorised heavy Ruger Super Blackhawk 45 Magnum pushing it into the Gun Port where he could easily grab the butt, he stood on the brakes and wrenching at the steering wheel slewing the SAAB to one side and blasting of two rounds the noise and the smell of powder filled the SAAB and battering at his eardrums then one more shot as he saw with some elation that one of the spots had gone out.

Automatically, the changed down and applied the brakes, then two more shots and that was the Blackhawk empty,ears bursting with the noise and the car filled with the acrid reek of cordite. The gun fire from the kerb side had stopped,he looked up again and immediately knew he was in trouble. A shape showed through the Nitefinder goggles, above and just ahead, then the shape moved, splaying a great beam of light across his path and he heard the engine noise he thought shit, a Helicopter. With his foot hard on the accelerator picking up speed, reaching for the Browning. Ian pushed the barrel through the gun port, pointed upwards and fired twice. The helicopter was dangerously low and there was smoke coming from it, yes, it was a hit. Then without warning from directly in front of the SAAB came a massive flash and boom-like a huge version of the SAS flash-bang stun grenade. The SAAB shook, and Ian felt the inertia seat belt harness clamped hold of him, Without it he would have been thrown across the car. On impact Ian knew all four wheels had left the ground, and he had no flight controls. With no flight control`s the SAAB was in trouble. The wheels clawed at empty air, then the SAAB began to drop forward landed on four wheels, but the car was low on a four shots, looking at is head up display and aiming, he could see that he had hit the BMW, he had hit the tyres, he could see the BMW tipping to one side, bouncing and bumping in a horrible crunching somersault and rolling into the ditch, after that everything was quiet, he had his foot hard on the accelerator, heaving the steering wheel to the left, The SAAB plunched like a horse, shuddering, shaking its tail violently, then smoothly picked up speed again..

Briefly, in the midst of the noise, Ian thought he could hear another engine running in time with his own. He sighed with relief, it was him hearing things. Probably from the noise of gun fire from within the car, there was nothing following, he had lost them in a cloud of smoke. He was now moving fast up the track which he had followed with such caution the night before. Through his Nitefinder goggles he could picture the wooden signpost. One sudden mistake or misjudged action, and he could easily run right out of road, or spin the car on its back. He handled the SAAB accurately on approaching the bend. And was now on the straight wide track leading to Shieldaig.