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The helicopter dropped vertically out of the sky in a controlled free-fall, as if it was an elevator car, coming to a graceful halt as it drew level with a row of windows on the top floor of an office building. The pilot swung it around on its axis so that they were facing along the street.

Rica was talking calmly into his head mic, the sound of the rotors quietening as he spoke.

“…these things can often be messy. Bring in the outer perimeter by a block. I’d like fire teams moving in tandem…”

He glanced at HUD screen, that was feeding data from the imaging equipment on the underside of the helicopter. Beneath him the blonde woman and her two bodyguards were striding purposefully towards the damaged department store.

“Maggie, I want them contained in the building ahead of you.”

Maggie did not acknowledge him, but continued to advance towards the store front. The large windows were full of elegantly posed mannequins. One of the displays was of an autumnal scene, with small trees, a neat pile of autumn leaves and the flame-haired tailor’s dummies dressed in heavy coats and scarves. In the corner window, a red Mini Cooper gleamed under bright halogen spotlights.

When she was 20 feet from the entrance she suddenly flung her arms wide apart. A shock wave spread out from between the front doors of the store, the plate glass windows on either side exploding into the street. The window frames and floor supports crumpled as they were swept apart like a pair of curtains being drawn back, leaving a gaping hole in the facade of the building.

Maggie gave another sharp flick of her hand and the Mini in the corner display was yanked from its plinth into the street and then flung back through the hole, hurtling, like an asteroid, into the displays of perfumes and cosmetics until it came to a rest, spinning on its back somewhere in the middle of the shop. The trio walked a straight path through the debris while, ahead of them, display counters and shelving units were torn up from the floor and thrown with force against the walls.

“It’s just like that time in Harrods when I was a little girl,” Maggie yelled.

Behind her, the liquid flowing from a thousand broken bottles had collected in a small stream that meandered back towards the entrance, while, outside, in the street, the smell of perfume filled the night air.