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laughed.
We were outside the palace area now and, although it was only half-past
five, there was quite a lot of traffic on the road. I had to go slowly behind a
crowded minibus, and the Mercedes got much closer to us. Looking quickly in
the driving-mirror, I overtook the minibus and I put my foot down. But the
Mercedes continued to get closer. I put my hand on the horn. The loud sound
made a group of people who were crossing the road jump out of the way.
The black Mercedes was coming closer and closer, but the camera trucks
were now far behind. They couldn't get any shots from that distance. Something
was wrong!
'This wasn't meant to happen,'I shouted to Gail as I swerved to avoid a bus.
'Carla's going to make us do this scene again.'
Gail didn't reply. She was staring in horror at an old man, who was pushing a
cart across the road in front of us.I hit the brakes. The tyres screamed! Then I
put my foot down on the accelerator again and turned the steering wheel hard.
We rushed past the cart, missing it by a few centimetres. But amoment later,
there was a crash as the Mercedes hit it, pushing it off the road. I looked in the
mirror andI was pleased to see that the old man was OK, even if his cart
wasn't.
But the Mercedes was getting close to us again, and soon it was only a few
metres behind us.
Bang!
The Mercedes hit the back of the Mustang! Fortunately the road in front was
clear, and I put my foot down again.
Crack! Crack!
Two gun shots! What was happening? I looked in the mirror again. The
passenger in the Mercedes was leaning out of his window with a gun in his
hand.
'This was definitely not meant to happen!' I shouted to Gail. 'Get down!'
'Shut up and drive faster,' she replied from the floor of the car.
I pushed the accelerator to the floor.
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The Bridge Over the Golden Horn
I looked in the driving-mirror and saw that the Mercedes had been stopped
by a tram which was crossing in front of it. I slowed down a little and turned
right, starting to drive back towards the centre of the city. I thought that if we
were in a crowded place, the passenger in the Mercedes wouldn't use his gun
again. I hadn't even started to think about who these people were, or why they
were trying to kill us.
I tried hard to remember the map from my guidebook. The Mustang raced
through the narrow streets towards the railway station. There were more people
here and I used the horn all the time. This didn't help very much, as all the other
drivers were doing the same. Everybody does it in Istanbul!
Then I saw some water between two buildings, and realized where we were.
We were near the pier where all the Bosphorus ferries start their journeys.
Crack!
Another shot. I'd guessed that the man in the Mercedes wouldn't use his gun
in crowded places. It wasn't a very good guess!
I looked down at Gail, who was sitting on the floor of the car -the safest
place to be. I drove the Mustang through the crowds and came out on to a wider
road by the side of the Bosphorus -the road which led to the wide Galata
Bridge.
The Galata Bridge crosses the part of the Bosphorus which is called the
Golden Horn. As we got near the bridge, I looked in the driving-mirror and saw
that the Mercedes was very close to us again. But I also saw another car -a
small blue Fiat. It was right behind the Mercedes, and going very fast.
'Oh no!' I thought. 'There are two cars chasing us now.'
Ahead of me, a traffic light changed to red.I closed my eyes and put my foot
down hard. We crossed the junction safely. Behind us, the Mercedes and the
Fiat were stopped by the buses and trucks crossing in the other direction. I told
Gail it was safe to get up, and I was pleased to see how calm she was.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a broken metal barrier. There was another
red light, but I didn't stop. In a moment, we were driving onto the bridge. We
could see the Galata Tower on the other side of the Golden Horn. If we could
get out of the car on the other side of the bridge, we could run into the narrow
streets near the tower. We could escape the gunman.
But suddenly, the Mercedes was a hundred metres behind us again,
following us onto the bridge. I heard the noise of a siren.
'Good!' I thought. 'The police are coming.'
We were on the wide bridge, with the blue water beneath us. In one minute
we would be safe! But then I looked in the mirror and I saw the Mercedes, right
behind us again. And the blue Fiat was still behind the Mercedes.
Crack!
There was another shot and Gail got down onto the floor again. Sooner or
later, one of these bullets was going to hit us. I decided the time had come to
fight back. The bridge was wide and there wasn't any other traffic on it. That
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was very strange, but it was useful! I braked hard, very suddenly. I pulled the
steering wheel round and, using the handbrake, I turned the car right around.
Now we were facing the Mercedes. I put my foot on the accelerator and I drove
straight at it. The driverof the Mercedes tried to swerve to avoid a crash.
The Mustang and Mercedes just touched each other, but that was enough!
The Mercedes skidded sideways and the blue Fiat, which was right behind it,
crashed into it.
I turned the Mustang round again and started to drive back over the bridge.
But suddenly, the car was going slower and slower. It was like climbing up a
steep hill. And the view aheadwas changing. I couldn't see the Galata Tower
any more -only sky! Then I realized what was happening. The Galata Bridge
was opening!
The Galata Bridge is made in two halves -it can open in the middle. Each
half of the bridge can swing upwards, so that big ships can pass along the
Golden Horn. And the bridge was opening now, and we were driving towards
the gap inthe middle! We were going to drop off one end of the roadway, into
the water below.
I hit the brakes. The tyres screamed and we stopped right on the end of our
half of the bridge.
'Are you OK?' I asked Gail who was still on the floor.
'Fine,' she replied. 'Let's get out of here!' [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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