"Ideally I would like to get in an embassy car and drive out."

He stopped and stared into the embassy car, then continued his journey across the road to a waiting van.

The headlights of an embassy car cut through the gloom.

I think a couple of embassy cars are behind us, maybe more.

He heard another crunch behind them as the first embassy car cleared the bridge.

The embassy car entered the southwest sector of the Old City.

He took the front seat in the embassy car and flipped through the pages.

Well, he shouldn't have been surprised, he thought, returning to the air- port in the back of the embassy car.

To catch it, he'd had to arise at three in the morning, an embassy car taking him to the airport for the flight to Moscow.

The driver of the embassy car jumped out and offered to give him a hand.