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“I’m not saying if you blow two limbs, I’ll hoard the supplies, Dami,” he explains as the truck’s engine wakes up. “All I’m saying is that if we both lose more than one limb, I get to have two, you can have the other one.”

“Oh, okay. That makes more sense.” I roll down the window and shove the barrel of my rifle out. “Ready?”

“Hell yeah.”

Björn stomps on the accelerator, and the truck tears through a chain-link fence, sending sparks and twisted metal flying.

We both laugh because this is freaking awesome.

“This is, unequivocally, the most idiotic idea you have ever conceived,” Law says through the comms. “And the bar was already astronomically high.”

“You say that every time we have an idea,” Björn points out.

“Exactly…”

For the next few minutes, Björn drives and drifts like a maniac while I shoot at anything moving in our direction. At first, the cartel tries to stop us, but between Björn’s erratic driving and our brothers laying down cover fire, they realize it’s impossible. So they drop the defensive line and scramble to get the plane ready for takeoff instead.

“Naaan-na na na naaa-naa!” Björn hums, rocking his head back and forth over the steering wheel.

“Hermano… are you humming ‘Sabotage’ by the beautiful Beastie Boys?” I ask, right before shooting a guy holding a grenade.

He grins and rocks his head harder. “Na naaa nana nanana nanaaa!”

The dropped grenade explodes, and as we drive straight through the flames, I join him, rocking my head and screaming the best part:

“SABOTAGE!”

We hum and shoot, closing the distance fast, and ahead of us, the private plane is moving into place at the center of the airstrip.

Then I see him… a man stepping out of a hangar with an RPG launcher resting on his shoulder.

Uh oh.

“We have an RPG at five o’clock!”

Björn drifts the car, sliding us sideways to give me a better angle. I shove half my body out the window and open fire.

I drop the two cartel members closest to us, but the guy with the RPG is too far away, and he is aiming at us.

“He’s out of my reach!”

THWACK!

The man with the RPG drops instantly.

“RPG down,” says Law through the comms. “You’re welcome.”

“Thanks, Neville Long-Barrel!”

Björn bursts out laughing. “He will shoot you one day.”

“Oh, one hundred percent,” I laugh too.

By now, the plane is gaining speed, and it’s moments away from liftoff, while a dozen cartel members fire at us with everything they’ve got.

PING! PING!

I pull my head inside the cabin as a spray of bullets shatters the side mirror right next to my ear.