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She yelled: ‘He’s stealing the laptop! Chuckie! He’s stealing the laptop! Stop him somebody. Help!’
The drum-kit came crashing to the stage. Without waiting for a reply, she raced after the fleeing figure of Bomber - dodging and weaving around half-glimpsed forms in the dark.
Away to her left she heard a loud thud. Glancing over her shoulder she saw a dark, stocky figure pushing the tables over. That's not Bomber! He's still ahead. There must be more of them! Why here? Why now? she wondered, but she had to focus on the boy with the laptop. She was hot on his trail and couldn’t stop.
Crashing, banging, shouts and shrieks surrounded her. Black- beanied Bomber was down the steps and sprinting away over the sports oval.
