From the shattered window the strident noise of a watercraft began to reverberate.

“Kiddo! Kiddo!” the powerful lungs of Big Boss carried the shouts over the noise of the engines. The watercraft arose just outside, hovering several meters above the waves.

As the constables gawked at the sight, Haywood jerked his arm upward, launching his vial from his sleeve. The woman swung her knife to block the tube as it headed in her direction. The clash of her blade demolished the glass and spewed the clear, potent liquid: eucalyptus. She snarled when it hit her eyes.