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“Get your asses to the plane!” Asher shouted.
Tires squealed and Asher fired. I screamed, ducking my head as we started running for the plane while dragging Wyatt with us. He was half-running, half-dragging me down with him.
“You’re really freaking heavy!” I cried out.
“You’re not supposed to comment on a man’s weight.”
“That’s women!”
“I have a feeling we’re going to need parachutes!” FNG shouted.
“That does not make me feel better!”
We reached the stairs and FNG went first, dragging Wyatt up the stairs while I went behind, pushing him upwards. I had a feeling I was pretty much useless, but I did what I could. I looked over my shoulder for Asher, gasping when I saw him hiding behind our truck as men fired at him.
I ran the rest of the way up the steps, looking for FNG. “Hey! Asher’s stuck!”
“Stuck on what?”
“Behind the truck! They’re shooting at him!”
“Someone’s always shooting at him,” he retorted.
What was wrong with these people? Didn’t they want to help him out? I spied a gun on the seat and grabbed it, pulling up my big girl panties. I could do this.
Well, I might be able to do this. I looked it over, flicking off the safety like Asher said. “Point and shoot. Pull back the circle thingy. That’s what he said,” I muttered to myself. “Simple as that.”
I held the gun out like I’d seen in the movies, closing one eye to see better. “Please don’t hit Asher,” I whispered, then pulled the trigger.
But I wasn’t expecting to be flung back from firing. The gun went flying from my hands, tumbling down the stairs and I flew back into the edge of the door of the plane. I cried out as my shoulder blade struck, then screamed when I heard bullets striking the plane.
“Get inside!” Asher shouted, running toward me.
I screamed again, covering my head as I ran inside. I totally was not made out for this life. FNG stormed past me, pulling his own weapon, and then he was firing outside the door where I had been standing. Only, he didn’t go flying into the doorframe or lose his weapon. It definitely wasn’t for the faint of heart.
Boots pounded on the metal stairs and then Asher appeared behind FNG.
“Scottie, let’s move! Get us in the sky!”
“Why is it people are always trying to kill you when you fly with me?” Scottie shouted from the cockpit.
“People have tried to kill you more than once?” I shouted.
He hurried over and kissed me. “Baby, strap in.”
I quickly did as he asked while he helped FNG with the stairs. We were already moving. This didn’t seem right. Weren’t there procedures and things that had to be done? Where was the other pilot? What if he didn’t know what he was doing?
Noelle came running up, taking the seat beside me. “Isn’t this exciting?”
“No, this is not exciting!”
“It sort of is. It’s like we’re the heroines in an action movie.”
I turned to her, shaking my head. “I don’t want to be in an action movie!”
“Well, you shouldn’t have fallen in love with Asher then. Anyone could see he wasn’t normal.”
“I didn’t see that. At no time did you tell me that. You never once said,Hey, you’d better watch out for Asher. He looks like he kills people for a living.”