...as agent Maxwell slipped, Billie Bob rushed at him. Those damned standard issue loafers the agents wore had no traction and Maxwell's feet went airborne. Billie bob reached him just as his back struck the hard, yet slippery clay. His arms and legs all pointing skyward he helplessly watch her leap over him, kicking his 9mm Beretta out of reach. By the time he'd rolled over, clutching his wrist, trying to catch the wind forced from him by the impact, agent Maxwell watched the fugitives hop into his gov't issue SUV and tear off down the road...