CHAPTER VII
The detective jumped out of his seat.
"Jesus Christ!" He shouted, spewing unpennable curses from his mouth. He had a million things to say, but he was in battle mode now, and the only pacification he would welcome was the pleasure of personally taking the breath out of the body of the driver.
A single jerking of his head sent his team scurrying out of the truck. He quickly grabbed a rifle off the rack opposite him, checked his two Glocks, and jumped out. The traffic situation on the road was stable, as their truck and that of Team Storm were parked at the side of the road. The only car visible was the Minister's parked about 100 metres away. The motorcade was nowhere to be seen.
His team where at attention, waiting for instructions. He took a look at the BMW and saw that it
