After the gun battle I followed the secret service guy down the central aisle of the tube train. I was determined to get in on the action. By the time we reached the front carriage we were actually passengers in a Volkswagen Beetle driving down a leafy suburban road. Despite noticing our speed, a selfish resident started to reverse out of his driveway. Everyone in the car shouted “Get him!”, and our driver accelerated and smashed right through him. We all cheered heartily.