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Damn Jace. Damn me. Damn our stupid argument which apparently was so loud it caught the attention of every dealer within a 7 mile radius.

The 2 dealers are now about 5 feet away from me, looking me up and down with amusement in their faces. I raised my brows at their expressions. Clearly all they saw was a short little blonde girl.

“This is the agent that has been causing all this hassle?” One of the guys says to the other, laughing slightly. The other guy joins in his laughter.

“It must be. I don’t know how, I mean what if she breaks a nail in the middle of a fight?” The other guy jokes and both of them roar with laughter.

I suck air in through my teeth, irritation washing over me “Are you two jokers quite done?”

The first guy composes himself “Okay darling, calm down don’t wanna stress that pretty little head of yours out too much.”

My nails dig in my palms as I try and contain my anger at these two sexist assholes “Why don’t you step forward then I’ll rip that inflated head of yours off those steroid pumped shoulders?”

They both ‘ooohh’ at my anger, causing it to flare further.

“Goldilocks is getting angry.”

“Maybe she will call the 3 bears to come and rescue her.”

As they both stand there laughing until they turn red, I let out a breath as I reach into the pocket of my denim shorts, letting the two jokers have their laugh and taking my time. I pull out the silver knife knowing that they are too busy clutching their stomachs in hysteria to even pay attention to the little blonde girl in front of them.

I flick open the butterfly knife, and with a quick flick of my wrist send the blade flying through the air and plunging into the heart of one of the laughing gorillas. His laughter quickly stops as he grunts and clutches the knife sticking out of his chest, before stumbling to his knees and staring at me wide eyed as the life drains out of him.

I smile broadly, before checking my fingers over and dramatically gasp in shock. “Look at that, I didn’t even break a nail!” I squeal excitedly, putting a hand to my mouth to carry on my girly charade.

“Bitch...” The guy speaks his final words before tumbling face first into the concrete, dead.

His friend who was staring at his dead buddy with his jaw touching the ground looked at me.

“Now it’s your turn pal.” I inform him, the sweet smile still on my lips “You just pissed off goldilocks, and the thing is she doesn’t need 3 bears to come to her rescue.”

I lunge forward at the guy, turning before I reach him and elbowing him square in the jaw. I grab his head and pull it so the guy comes tumbling over my shoulder and onto his back. I raise my knee up to plant my foot in his face, but to my surprise his reflexes are quick and he rolls out of the way.

I curse as the impact of slamming my foot onto the ground caused the cut on my upper thigh to throb in pain. I looked at it and realised it was bleeding pretty bad. A band aid definitely won’t help this one.

I was too busy checking out my bleeding leg I was too late to fight back as the guy got to his feet and grabbed my shoulders, throwing me up against the car forcefully. He went to charge at me, and a few seconds before he would have flattened me against the body work of the car, I moved to the right, using the roof of the car to pull myself up as well as using the smashed car window as a step stool. I got to the top of the roof with ease, standing high so I was looking down at the gorilla who had gone charging face first into the car. I snorted a laugh. That was pretty funny.

“Faith, the dude’s out.” Jace’s voice cuts through my giggles, and I turn to the other side of the car to see him stood over the guy he was brawling with before. The guy was clearly knocked out but not dead as his chest still rose up and down steadily.

We couldn’t have that now could we?

“Be right with you.” I told Jace, before dropping to the ground, sticking my leg out and spinning so that my foot hit the gorilla’s jaw who was attempting to reach onto the roof of the car to grab me. The guy stumbled back, holding onto his hopefully broken jaw as he screamed in pain.

That will teach the bastard to underestimate me just cos I'm a girl. This girl could kick his ass to next week.

I jumped off the roof of the car, landing on my feet next to Jace and wincing slightly as my leg again throbs in pain. I opened the driver’s car door, reaching under the car seat to pull out gun that was stashed under there for emergencies. I stood straight cocking the gun as I did and pointed the gun at the unconscious guy on the floor, pulling the trigger.

“Get in the car; we gotta get out of here before more of them come.” I order Jace. I look up at him curiously “Since you’re a male you must have loved those movies where there’s a car chase involving guns and bad guys?”

Jace furred his brows in apprehension at where I was going with this, before nodding his head slowly “Yeah, I love those films you know that.”

“Well its you’re lucky fucking day Dixon, cos if other people turn up your about to star in your own high speed car chase.” I inform him, before walking around to the car to finish the other gorilla off. Jace to my surprise follows my order, and I hear the car turning around then stop as he waits for me to get in.

I lift the gun in my hand and point at the gorilla and just as I am about to pull the trigger, he throws MY knife in my direction. MY knife, which he took from the guy I killed a minute ago. MY knife. Do people have no class these days?!

I use the tip of the gun to block the knife, sending it flying somewhere to my left. This seemed to be the distraction the gorilla wanted, because as I did this he stood to his feet and kicked my arm aiming to disarm me. I gripped the gun tighter, determined not to let go of my trusted friend. All I needed was one good shot and this guy was a gonner.

I kicked him in the stomach, before booting him in the head. Using the gun I smacked him around the face, and that is when I heard the sound of a car engine rev before hearing the sound of glass smashing. My head shoots to the building we were staking out earlier, and my eyes widen as I see a bright red Audi TT driving straight through the windows of the showroom and driving directly where I was standing at impressive speed.

I let out a loud curse as I finally manage to make my body move after the shock, and I turn around and dive out of the way. The bonnet of the car missed me by millimetres, sending my heart rate beating out of my chest at just how close that was. I land on the ground, cursing again at the pain of my cut leg pulsated. I see the red Audi TT stop and reverse. I take this as my cue to push myself to my feet and sprint towards our car, flinging myself in the passenger seat that had an awaiting open door, courtesy of Jace.

“Drive motherfucker, Drive!” I scream at him, pointing the gun that I had managed to cling on to as I survived almost getting run over out of the smashed car window, aiming for the gorilla who had managed to jump out of the Audi’s way too.

I grin at him as I notice the panicked look in his eyes “Goldilocks just owned your ass.”

The bullet from my gun pierces his skull, and he collapses to the ground instantly without a pulse.

Jace gets into crazy driver mode and speeds off down the street. I look in the rear view mirror and see the red Audi still tailing us.

“We need to lose that freaking car.” I mutter tossing the gun in my hand on the back seat. I open the glove box until I find the round metal object I was looking for.

Jace’s eyes glance at what was in my hand, the speed of his driving never decreasing “Um Faith, what the hell is that?”

“Sticky grenade.” I reply simply.

“Oh okay.” He turns his eyes to the road, before they widen and shoot back to me “You keep a grenade in the glove box of your car?!”

I shrug “Better safe than sorry.”

I find the button on the metal object that activates the bomb. I turn back to Jace “Right, this is your chance to live out any Grand Theft Auto Fantasy you’ve ever had. I’m going to throw this at the car behind us, and you have about 10 seconds before the car goes boom. You need to drive like a madman or this thing pops taking everything in a 20 feet radius with it.”

He gulps, causing his Adams apple to bob noticeably from his nerves. “I was always good at Grand Theft Auto. Dylan gets pissed cos he can never beat me.”

I resist the urge to roll my eyes “I have every faith you can do this...” I smile encouragingly at him, before turning to my smashed window and rolling my eyes freely now he can’t see me “...Jesus, we’re going to die.”

I lean my upper body out of the car window until I could have a good aim at the Audi behind us. I could see two guys in the car, one of them on the phone talking to someone, which I’m guessing means he was calling for back up and we would have another car on us any minute now. The guy on the phone suddenly holds his free hand up, allowing me to see the gun he was holding. He too leans out of the car window and aims at me, the bullet narrowly missing my shoulder as I twist and lean back, feeling the rushing wind whip my hair around my face.

I turn and raise my right hand, pressing the button on the sticky grenade and launching it. I hold my breath as I watch the small metal object fly through the air and land perfectly on the bonnet of the Audi, sticking immediately. I grin at my cracking aim, before slipping back into the car.

“Jace, foot on the accelerator now!” I order him impatiently, counting down in my head how long we had until the grenade went off. I could see him pushing down on the pedal with all his might, but the car just wouldn’t go any faster than it already was.

I was just about to suggest we jump out of the moving car and run, when Jace’s determination cut through.

“You know what, I have a better idea.” He almost speaks to himself, before turning the steering wheel to the right so fast my face almost planted on the car window next to me. Only there was no car window due to someone smashing it, meaning my head almost went flying out into the open road.

The car turns right so suddenly the Audi had no hope of making the same action because they just weren’t expecting it. My eyes widen as I see Jace not looking like he was about to put the brakes on any time soon and all that was in front of us was a wooden fence and a lot of fields.

“Jace...” My warning got caught in my throat as I closed my eyes as I saw the wooden fence inches from the bonnet of the car. At the same instant I heard the sound of wood crack; I heard a loud explosion from behind us.

The grenade definitely worked.

I opened my eyes to see we were now on a field. I turn to Jace with an impressed look on my face.

He grins smugly “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

I roll my eyes and turn to look through the back window, seeing the black smoke and flames on the street we were on mere minutes ago. I smiled at the handy work, before my eyes spotted another Audi, only this time black. The car was parked a few feet away from the burning car, and there were 3 guys stood in front of it pointing at the flames and looking pretty angry.

I guess that was the backup red Audi guy called for. A little too late may I add.

One of the guys stood in front of the black Audi suddenly turned his eyes to the field, and I saw him point towards me and nudging the guy he was stood next to. All of them looked at the car, which Jace was still refusing to slow down, before they came to the realisation that the car driving through a random field that had just smashed through a wooden fence in a panic was probably the vehicle they were looking for.

Dealers are so damn slow.

The 3 guys hop into the black Audi, and I knew they would be caught up with us pretty soon. I actually thanked Jace’s crazy need for speed driving at this point. I turned back around and faced the front of the car, seeing that Jace was now driving on some back roads with nothing but some crappy old destroyed buildings and woods surrounding them.

“The backup has just spotted us.” I informed Jace calmly, like I had just told him his dinner was ready.

To my surprise, he grinned “Chill, we’ve got a car and a driver that would put Schumacher to shame. We’ve got nothing to worry about.”

I actually laughed at his comment, and realised we would be fine. I mean with his crazy ass driving there was no chance they would catch up with us any time soon.

As if God was sat up there and relishing off proving me wrong, the car suddenly slowed down and there was a popping sound. The only way to describe it was it sounded like the car was farting, before it completely stopped.

I know, my terms are so technical.

Jace stared at the dials in front of him, his mouth slightly ajar before he bit his bottom lip, chewing down on it nervously.

“I think it’s safe to say we have something to officially worry about.” Jace finally announces, before he lifts his eyes and meets mine. He smiles sweetly, the weariness clear in his eyes as he prepares to tell me whatever he is about to reveal “We’re sort of out of petrol.”

My mouth opens to reply, but closes again as I take in his response. The car is silent for a while as I think his words over.

“So you’re telling me...” I begin, my voice calm “...that we are in the middle of nowhere, with no car or form of transport to make a hasty getaway while we have crazed dealers chasing us with a lot of fire power?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

My tone is still calm “Why are we out of petrol, you were meant to fill it up earlier while I peed at the gas station.”

“I didn’t have enough money.”

Again my reply is completely calm. Rational. Zen.

“I gave you money. If you remember I handed you the £10 note and said ‘fill her up’ as I did.”

Jace forces the smile at his lips to widen, his face so innocent as if he was a little boy who had just been caught being naughty.

“Oh yeah that...” He laughs nervously while rubbing the back of his neck “...I sort of brought a big bag of Doritos with dip and a copy of Nuts magazine.”

I closed my eyes, breathing in and out like any anger management therapist would advise me too.

“So we are in this situation right now because you wanted porn and Dorito dip?!” my anger flares out and I actually find myself screaming at him.

He looked at me boyishly, his adams apple bobbing nervously and his smily guilty.

“It was the hot salsa dip we both like." He justifies "I still have some left if you want it?”

I suddenly realised the dealers would not get a chance to kill Jace if they reached us, because I was seconds away from bashing his skull in with a pot of salsa dip.



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