Jim? Jim? For those of you just joining us, our Fox 5 Newsnet Chopper is covering a dramatic police pursuit through the Upper West Side. Reports say that the two men in the vehicle have abducted, I repeat, abducted, a child patient from—

Delores? Delores?

Yes, Jim, we can hear you.

I just asked Johnny Pharo, our expert chopper pilot, and he agrees that yes, the vehicle has entered the 207th Street Subway Yard.

Why would they do that, Jim?

We're not sure, Delores… Perhaps to take advantage of their four-wheel capability.

I see them, Jim. My word, are they on the tracks?

Yes, Delores, it would appear that they're on the tracks. Johnny seems to think—

Put Johnny on for a moment, if you could, Jim. Johnny Pharo, for those of you who are not familiar with our Fox 5 Skyteam, is an expert pilot and a decorated veteran of the Iraq—

Oh my… Are you getting this, Delores?

Yes, Jim. What's happened? Did you lose them?

No, Delores. They lost us! It would seem, ladies and gentleman, that they have entered the subway. I repeat, the black Toyota SUV being pursued by New York's finest, has just driven into the subway…

They'd barreled down 10th Avenue so fast that the Toyota began shaking from the inside out. Then Mia was yanking them right down some side street, then left, smashing through a parking gate. Thomas cried out as he gunned the 4x4 across a lot peppered with parked cars and into what seemed a towering chain-link fence. It fell away like rotten fabric, though for an instant, razor wire looped and thrashed across the hood and windshield. There was an instant of zero gravity, the Harlem horizon dipped out of view, then a deafening thud, and they were bouncing over gravel and weeds, between stacked industrial spools, chattering over tracks, past night-silver subway cars, and Mia jerked them left once again, into a square maw of black cut into a cinder-block wall…

The SUV danced like a stub-legged bronco. Pale lights lined the darkness before them, falling away like pearls dropped into the abyss. They were in the subway! Each time they careered into a wall, glass shattered, worlds screamed.

'Mia-Mia-Mia-Mia!' Thomas cried.

'Shut-up-shut-up-shut-up,' he exclaimed. 'I'm trying to think!'

Without warning they passed through a station. It opened like a white-tiled miracle. Thomas glimpsed a handful of astonished faces, gaping in the drab light.

'Did you see it?' Mia exclaimed.

'See what?'

'The fucking station! Did you see which station?'

'No.'

'Fuck!' Mia began bouncing up and down in his seat, punching and slapping the steering wheel. 'We're fucked!' he cried. Tears of frustration glittered in his eyes. 'We are well and truly fucked!'

Then Thomas remembered.

'Stop,' he said.

'What?'

'Stop the fucking truck! Stop!'

The Toyota slid sideways. Metal popped and crunched. They were wedged to an instant stop.