The car’s rear wheels were still spinning in air, not half a second after the impact, as the man’s crushed face began falling away from the back of Shahim’s head. The very instant Shahim felt the momentum shift, energies in the car settling, he released his left hand’s grip on the wheel, itself bent back under the pressure, and slammed his elbow into the driver’s door. Wrenched it from its hinges, the door was sent flying away from the car. Shahim’s hands flashed up to grasp the car’s roof with vice like strength, he then pistoned his thighs, launching himself up and out of the side of the car, and onto the roof in one fluid motion.

Shahim’s feet were already landing on the car’s roof as its wheels finally came to rest. He was about to set off when, moaning, the car’s rear passenger stumbled from the open door on the other side of the car. Ah well, the Agent thought, the ‘freedom fighter’ would be of one more use to him. Stepping over the car’s roof, he picked the bewildered man up by the back of his neck.

“Congratulations, martyr, you can be the final show that this team struggled for the cause.”

And with that, he braced his legs, and with one thrust of his arm propelled the man bodily up into the air to land on the charged fence that ran along the wall’s top.

The man shouted as he flew through the air, insensible at the way he had been manhandled so easily by the superhuman below. But his shout turned to a short, blood-curdling scream as he landed on the curled razorwire, its knife-sharp blades cutting into his outstretched hands and delivering the might of the fence’s charge straight into his burning veins.

The last of his doomed team now limply twitched and shook on the wall above Shahim, but he wasted no more time on them. Bending his legs slightly, he leapt easily over the wall and the dead man on top of it, landing with a tuck and role on the other side. He could already hear approaching guards, and from his ever-vigilant satellite’s view he could see each team of soldiers as they converged on the site of the car’s impact, their speed increased now that the alarm from the fence had been triggered.

No worry. Moving with quick, silent steps, dotted with sudden ducks behind bushes and leaps into tree branches, he avoided each group of men in turn, getting steadily closer to the main complex.

Meanwhile, the AI above was monitoring the radio traffic of the frantic guards, and informed him that the prime minister and his family had been moved to the bunker under the north wing of the building. It was on the other side of the compound from Shahim’s position, but that shouldn’t pose too big a problem.