jason ryback bullet point for blogI rolled over the van’s metal floor and collided with the far wall. I eased myself into a sitting position. I could just about hear my captors arguing in muttered voices outside. Then suddenly everything stopped.

“What the hell was that?” one of them muttered.

Guns were drawn. Some of them scrambled for cover. Instructions were whispered. There were grunts of alarm.

I heard a silenced gunshot. Then a volley of silenced gunshots rang out. A couple of bullets clanged against the van’s panelled wall.

I heaved myself over and rolled away from the open sliding door.

Last thing I needed was to catch a stray bullet.

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