The ambush was as sudden as it was effective. Driver Jim Buntin had just dropped his third fare of the morning at Knightsbridge. when he received radio orders to go to Belgrave Square. As he swung his trim, tiny black-and-white Fiat Multipla into the square with its swank, yellow-white Regency houses, the enemy struck. "Baker four, I'm in trouble!" Buntin shouted over his intercom as a flotilla of tall, black, box-shaped London taxis bore down on him, their "For Hire" flags raised high, their exhaust pipes billowing clouds of diesel smoke, their...
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