The officer continued to tail the van, his eyes fixed on the vehicle as it moves its way through the streets. He reached for his phone, his fingers dialling Agent Hull's number with a sense of urgency.
"Agent Hull, it's me," the officer said, his voice low and serious. "I've got a visual on the van. They're heading towards a private airport. I think they're planning to fly them out."
Agent Hull's response was immediate, his voice laced with frustration. "Damn it, damn it! I'm still 20 minutes out. Can you engage them? Or call for backup?"
The officer hesitated, his eyes scanning the scene before him. "I don't think that's a good idea, Agent Hull. They're heavily armed, and I don't want to risk it. I'd rather wait for backup."
Agent Hull's curses were audible over the phone. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Not when I'm this close! I need you to act, officer. I can't let them get away."