This was it; Douggie knew something big was going to go down; they weren't fighting over dinner money. Not wanting to take any chances he dived behind an old oil drum. The air was as thick as butter. Douggie struggled to breathe. He peered over the top of the barrel. All at once every windowpane in the old factory blew out, showering everything—including Douggie—with glass rain. Along the roof of the warehouse were six triangular ventilation tops; each one was sent flying into the sky like six colossal champagne corks; POP, POP, POP, POP, POP…………POP, the final top being shot so high into the sky that Douggie lost sight of it.
"WOAH," cried Douggie.
These guys meant business; they'd practically destroyed the building. All that was left were the walls and the roof, and then—The roof collapsed in on itself, sending up a huge plume of century old dust.

A figure as broad as a rugby player and as tall as a basketball player stepped out from the choking dust. Douggie dived back down behind the barrel. Today was not a good day to be a hero, especially after a sterling performance like that. The dark ominous figure was walking in Douggie's direction; he dared not breathe in case he was discovered. As the figure passed, Douggie nervously glanced up. It was only the thin boy in the red T-shirt and the blue Beanie hat. "Strange," thought Douggie, "he looked a lot bigger when he came out of the building. It must have been his shadow or something?"
The tall, thin boy ran across the open fields at breakneck speed, disappearing into the housing estate.

"Oh man," Douggie murmured. Could life get any worse, it was bad enough having to avoid the Japanese gal, now he had to avoid this guy too? He looked up at the building, or what was left of it, as the dust settled, revealing a sorry excuse for an historical landmark. It suddenly occurred to him that he hadn't seen the girl leave the building. She could have slipped away in the mayhem but it seemed unlikely. It was obvious that the tall boy had won this mental attack; he'd bounced out the warehouse like the Energizer Bunny, but the girl? She was nowhere. A dark and terrible thought came over Douggie, maybe she was in the rubble, or under the rubble, or worse.