"Ten minutes" she says. Sure, why not? thought Jack, as Opportunity leaped out of the cab, keeping her head low. Jack looked through the now open window in the back of the cab. If their pursuers noticed Opportunity making her exit, they didn't show it. Though damaged, the car sped up, trying to close the distance.
"Oi." The cabby said. "Your wifey is a real nutter, you know that?" The cab driver swerved his car in a hard left turn and slammed Jack into the side door before the American could utter something resembling "She's not my wife!" As the cab made it's turn, gunfire irrupted from the Italians.
Though the sharp turn had bought them a few moments, the pursuers again began pull up to the bullet ridden cab. When Jack could see the outlines of the men in the front seats, he leveled his Luger and opened fire. He used all eight shots in the blink of an eye, but when Jack's gun rang up empty, he saw the man in the driver's seat slum forward and the figure next to him grab the steering wheel. The already unsteady car managed to keep it's bearings for just a moment, but a wrong jerk on the steering wheel sent the car veering off into a light post.
Jack almost asked the cab to pull over so he could finish off the now incapacitated Italians, but the unmistakable sound of police sirens began to howl in the night, getting louder.
"I think it's been about ten minutes, yeah?" said Jack to the cab driver.
"Too right, mate." said the cabby, who seemed more than happy to get the Yank out of his car. After a short drive, Jack grabbed his bag and stepped out of the cab, which then drove away into the night. Jack couldn't help but notice how his taxi has been wrecked and riddled with bullet holes.
Feeling lucky to be alive, Jack walked down the pier where Opportunity was waiting. "Next time I'm in London, I think I'll just walk."