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“What’s going on?” Tom nudged Alex. He wasn’t tall enough to see over the heads of the people who had amassed at the pedestrian lights on The Crescent.
“I don’t,” she replied.
The police cars’ blue lights were still flashing. They could hear sirens in the distance. It sounded as if there were more on the way. One of the big white vans had its door wide open.
“Step away, please, folks,” said one of the policemen. “Best get back inside and keep your doors locked. Don’t let anyone in.”
The crowd started to move away.
“Come on,” said Alex. “You can come round mine until your mum gets back.
Mrs Plunkett form two doors down stopped them as they walked past her house. “It’s two of the prisoners,” she said. “They got out when somebody rammed the van. They say they’re very dangerous.”
“Don’t worry,” said Alex. “She’s probably exaggerating. You know what she’s like. I’ve got a new computer game if you’d like to try it out.”
Ten minutes later they were eating chocolate biscuits, drinking cola and zapping Zenoton aliens. Something caught Tom’s eye though the window.
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