“No, the last thing we need is a public spectacle on the news! Take the side roads to this rendezvous. People will be waiting.” The boss sent a pin to Light’s map of the station.

“Well, what we do kind of depends on who is waiting for us outside that door. Do you have any signal?” Light was talking about the large armoured roller door up a ramp from the basement to the surface level.

“No, it's still jammed.” The bodyguard spoke up in an unexpectedly delicate voice given his large stature.

“Super.” Light grunted, turning the engines on. The truck roared to life on reliable thrusters and he reversed sluggishly out into the passage that wound through the garage. The inside of the cash compartment would be alive with vibrations. Popping it back into drive, he maneuvered it around the corner to where most of the staff were guarding the doors. The door was in the right-hand corner and the passage out of the garage snaked away to the left. Light made the turn then stopped so the hatch roughly faced the blast doors. The other truck followed closely behind.

“Senjen, can you get these people into the back?” Light called.

“Boss, there are more people waiting behind these doors, should we open it?” One of the waiters shouted over.

“Please! We’ve got wounded! Let us in and we can help you fight!” Muffled voices wailed from  the other side.