She let the punch become a grab for the gearshift, took the car out of
'drive' and into 'neutral', then she went to the rear of the car, grabbed the
bumper, and began hauling the car down the ramp to the street.
The first order of business was to get the car a safe distance away from
everything and everyone. In the heart of downtown Atlanta, that could only mean
going up.
At the bottom of the ramp, traffic prevented her from dragging the car into
the street, so Mandi pulled it onto the broad sidewalk. She jumped over the car
to the front of it, lifted the front of the car, got a firm grip on the
strongest part of the frame, and powered upward.
Remembering what Gary had said about possible watchers who might set off any
explosives, Mandi nonetheless kept her speed barely subsonic to avoid damage to
nearby buildings.
Almost exactly twelve seconds into Mandi's upward dash, Mohammed Jamal's
dying efforts succeeded. In a split-second, nearly eighteen hundred pounds of
plastique converted to energy, essentially vaporizing much of the Crown Victoria
and shredding the rest of it.
Even for someone like Mandi, it was a bit much.
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