“They’re approaching the building, six meters out.”
Eighteen feet wasn’t a lot of space. “Let’s do this,” G said, smiling.
I held up my fist. “Let’s do this.”
I pushed open the door. “My favorite thing about Spain is the wine.”
“Really, mine’s the scantly clad women on the beaches,” G said.
We laughed like old friends as AJ gave us a play-by-play of the movements of the two guys closing in on us.
“You have no shame.”
“Never claimed I did.”
The hair on the back of my neck stood on end two seconds before AJ counted down.
Three.
Two.
One.
My backpack was ripped off my shoulder. So was Gibson’s.
“Hey!” we shouted in unison while pretending to give chase.
They disappeared into the crowd, while we pretended to look for them.
“Got it all on film,” AJ said. His voice on comms echoed his voice behind me.
“They ducked into the alley; want us to grab them?” Jack asked.
“What the fuck are you still doing here?” I yelled.
“Watching your six, Cuz. You didn’t really think we’d risk losing you, did you?” Jay asked. I could practically hear his stupid fucking smirk.
I had. I’d expected them to do what they’d agreed to for the sake of the mission.
AJ stepped between us and wrapped his arms around us, clapping us on our shoulders. “Let’s blow this popsicle stand before your friends come back.”
It was a sound plan.
“We’ll cover your six,” Jack said.
“Thank you,” I said grudgingly.
Ryan laughed. “You didn’t really believe they’d leave?”
“Didn’t you?”
“I did not.”
“Shut up and give me the keys.”
“Nope. I don’t want you getting distracted when you argue with your cousins.”
“Bastard.”
