The
first thing Anita spotted after catching sight of Martin and Kevin was the door
that they already had cracked open, looking out into the shop’s yard out back. Martin knelt beside Kevin. It took her a
moment to figure out what was going on. Kevin sat on a crate while Martin was
beside him, his hands busy wrapping a make-do bandage of a towel around Kevin’s
leg, where he’d been shot. At first it was a bit of a relief to know that the
man hadn’t been shot in the chest, but there was a big puddle of red, pooling
around the crate. So much that she began to wonder how in the world he was
still alive. The blood broke Anita from her daze.
“We
have to go,” she said, her voice urgent. “I think he’s cutting open the
door-“she stopped herself when Martin stood up, his hands red from wrapping
Kevin’s leg.
“He
was shot near the femoral artery in the thigh. If I hadn’t stopped it, he would
have bled to death before we left this place,” Martin explained, moving to lift
Kevin to a stand. The man was ghostly pale and blood darkened both legs of his
jeans. He was able to support himself enough to move a bit quicker. “Even with
this, we’ve only bought ourselves only a little time.”
The
silence in the shop was broken. On the other side of the building, there was
the sound of the front door being busted open. The three of them looked to each
other and without a word, began to funnel out back. All of their thoughts were
the same: they needed to escape. There were no other options.
The
yard was filled with a mixture of broken down cars and some that looked like
they were in the process of being repaired. Martin figured that their position
could have been much worse. At least at Kevin’s garage, assuming any of them
were working, they’d have a solid getaway vehicle and could ditch their pursuer
without much of a problem, perhaps.
“Do
any of them work?” Martin asked. He was already forcing Kevin to walk with him,
as they had no time to waste conversing over the status of the vehicles.
Whether or not they were going to be of use, Martin intended to escape. And
unless they kept moving, the men behind them would catch up. Martin wasn’t sure
he could protect them both with one already injured.
On second
thought, there was something about the one pursuing them that had Martin on
edge. The way he seemed so relaxed coming from his vehicle after shooting
Kevin, and how he moved through the building, he wasn’t in a hurry. Seemed strange to Martin. He had the feeling
that the only reason they hadn’t been caught already was that their pursuer was
playing with them; he didn’t intend to apprehend them, but kill them.
“The
blue car two rows down is one which works. It's not in t-the best shape, but
it'll get us out of here," Kevin stuttered, his pain evident in his voice.
"The keys will be in the glove box." Martin didn't have time to offer
Kevin any sympathy, but he was still awed with the strength that remained in him.
If Martin were in his position, he’d likely be unconscious or dead.
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