Instinctively you sense the danger and duck to avoid the spinning crowbar. It misses your head by a fraction of an inch before drawing a line of sparks along the concrete pillar. Without stopping to look back, you make your escape from the archway and run south in an attempt to find your partner.
Knott is crouched in hiding beneath an archway several hundred yards away. He sees you as you pass and attracts your attention by whispering your name. The handler has by now informed his confederates of your whereabouts and the news has sent them into a frenzy of activity. Immediately they launch a manhunt, starting close by. Rather than face them, and jeopardize Frankland’s and Haskell’s chances of crossing the zone alive, you decide to get away from the freeway as quickly as possible.