365 Days of Drabbles: Day One Hundred-Twenty Three and Twenty Four

[jeriendhal]

For aldersprig: "Do you play in other people's 'verses?"

Note: If invited.

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It was sunset and we were fifty miles from the Cali border. Hogtied in the trunk of the car were our two prizes, a high school valedictorian and her football jock sweetheart. As a matched set they'd likely bring a high price for us once we crossed the border.

"Pull over," I said to my partner. "I need to give them some water."

"We're hour from home. It can wait," he replied.

"They die of thirst, we don't get paid," I shot back. He grumbled, but pulled the car over. I got out with my water bottle and popped the trunk. Two pairs of eyes looked up in fear. I just smiled at them.

Then the sniper took out both front tries, then the radiator as a chopper blinded us with its spotlight. The next moment I was getting my face smashed into the dirt by the border patrol cops that had been hiding in the gully five yards away.

I made sure to hide my smile as I was cuffed and hauled over to the arriving helicopter, while my "partner" spat and struggled, and the kids were freed to return home.

Sometimes, just sometimes, the good guys actually won.

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Words cannot express how much I loathe your Tir-Na-Cali verse, dear. Nothing personal.

Comments

[shadur.livejournal.com]

Careful what you wish for. :)

[aldersprig.livejournal.com]

*laughs* No offense taken, it's built to be horrible.