Come As You Are. Amy J. Fetzer

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      In the truck, Max grabbed the GPS tracker and turned it on. A green dot glowed, showing the beacon lodged in Logan’s belt. “Logan’s going in the other direction.” He ducked to look at the sky. “Crap, the chopper’s headed toward them, too.”

      “We can’t help them, not if we don’t get away,” Sebastian said as they raced from the chaos. Knifing pain bled through his hand, numbing his fingers. “Riley,” he said, “I hope you have some tricks planned.” Sebastian pointed to the right, and several blocks down, they could see the spinning lights of the police coming toward them.

      “Go to that store, there, with the red front,” Riley said, pointing from the backseat.

      Sebastian turned toward it and slid the SUV into the store parking lot.

      “Wash it.”

      “Jesus, you don’t want much, do you, gimp?”

      “It’s the best I could do with limited resources.”

      Sebastian left the truck and ran to the hose coiled on a rusty hook on the side of the building. He grabbed the bulk and uncoiled it toward the truck as Max turned on the water. Sebastian shot the stream at the dark truck, washing away the paint and turning the black truck a hideous light blue.

      “This is it? You really think this will work?” Sebastian asked, using his hands to loosen the paint.

      “Anything’s better than more torture,” Max said, trying to spray the top. Within four minutes, they were back in the truck, dark watery paint sliding into the street. The radio snapped with Spanish, orders popping back and forth.

      “The checkpoints and roadblocks are closing us off,” Riley said.

      “We need to go around,” Max said, focused on the map.

      “Back the way we came? No way.”

      “We don’t have a choice,” Max said. He adjusted the frequency on the radio, picking up the police. “They’re closing in on them.”

      “We get to the CP first, agreed?” Sebastian asked, glancing in the rearview. He dropped his speed, the police vehicles closing in behind them, then blocking the streets.

      Riley handed weapons over the seat.

      “Max, get us out of here,” Sebastian said when they faced a police cruiser barreling toward them.

      “Stop,” Max ordered.

      “Hell no!”

      “Pull over and stop,” Max insisted and Sebastian obeyed, but not before he laid the pistol in his lap. The police car closed in behind them.

      “Any more brilliant ideas?”