Page 45 of Coup De Grâce
I hoped.
The man ahead of us was waved on, and I pulled forward just as the man at the border check was tapped on the shoulder by someone behind him. I let off the gas, wondering what was going on as the two started to argue, but I was being waved on by one of the guards.
“What the fuck?—”
The man was thrown out of the booth and another man stepped into his place, and I just fucking knew. “Shit,” I muttered as I pulled up to the booth.
“Play it cool,” Thumper hissed. “Remember, you’re just another driver.”
Yeah, easier said than done when the entire world was gunning for me.
“Papers,” the man snapped.
I handed mine over, along with Thumper’s, barely catching a glimpse of the woman in the photo on his passport. As the man scanned my passport, another man walked around the vehicle, checking for bombs or drugs. Whatever could be smuggled into the country.
I really fucking thought I was home-free. And then I fucking looked at the man in the booth and my fingers twitched with the desire to pull out Sally, who was stored under the floorboards.
The man looked directly at me, and I knew the moment he recognized me. But he wasn’t just another guard. I recognized him from the night I put a bullet in my brother’s chest. He was one of the fucking Shadow Government.
He pulled the gun just as my hand flew out the window, slamming his hand forward as a shot rang out.
“My boob!” Thumper shouted as I hit the gas.
Bullets pinged off the back of the car as I broke through the barrier and flew down the road.
“Fucking hell! He shot me in the boob!”
“Are you alright?” I shouted, quickly looking at Thumper as I heard the siren coming after us.
“Fine,” he snapped. “Just fucking shot to hell. Man, do you have any fucking idea how fucking expensive this body suit was? You couldn’t have gotten into a fight at another fucking time?”
“I didn’t do a fucking thing!” I shouted, pressing the gas harder.
“I told you not to look. I told you not to be nervous!” Thumper argued. “But could you play it cool? No!”
“What the fuck are you talking about? I wasn’t nervous!”
“Are you kidding me? Your whole demeanor screams nervous. You’re nothing but a Nervous Nelly!”
I didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about as I flew down the road into Armenia. Unfortunately, I had Armenian authorities on my ass, and there would be no escaping them in the middle of the fucking desert.
“This is so fucked up,” I snapped. “Why did you come along?”
“Oh, that’s fucking rich. I came to help and instead I get yelled at. I’m the one who was shot in the boob! This disguise is useless now. I have one saggy boob and no other clothes!”
“Where the hell are your other clothes?” I snapped.
“Uh… hello! It would look a little strange if I was walking around with a bag of fucking men’s clothes!”
A car drew up on my tail, getting closer than I would have liked. There was no way I was getting out of this unless I ended things.
“Yeah, it’s even fucking weirder for a man to be dressed like a woman with a bodysuit of fake boobs!”
“It’s not like I have more than two of them,” Thumper snapped.
I jerked the wheel as the car tried to pass me. Clipping his front end, he swerved and backed off, but that wouldn’t end things. Another car came up on my right, slamming into the side of me. I hit the brakes, causing the car behind me to crash into my backside.
I jolted forward, then swerved to the right, pushing the other car off the road.
