Martin spotted the beat up, silver truck, and was even more confused as to how it got there without him noticing. When had it got there? If it had been the hit man who arrived late in the night, then they would have been dead before being able to even think of a defence.
Martin could make out that the truck driver had parked the vehicle and fallen asleep. A good night’s rest was most important for any driver. He must have parked in the middle of the night, long after Martin and Anita had fallen asleep.
He watched Kevin approach the truck, with the tool he intended to use to siphon gas from the truck. Hopefully it would have enough fuel to get them to the next town without stranding the driver with his goods. He watched the man work from a distance,. From what he already knew about Kevin- or Joseph- he was a mechanic, and if he could help them get moving again, there was no point in hassling the man. Several minutes later Kevin came back to the car and began pouring the gas he had stolen into the tank.
"Give her a try," Kevin said once he closed the latch on the side of the car. Martin opened the door and reached inside to turn the key. The engine turned on.He read that the gas dial which showed some fuel. Hopefully it was enough to get them to the next town at the least.
Martin got into the driver's seat and buckled up. Kevin hadn’t got into the car yet. Anita was sitting beside him, silent and looking worried.
He cocked his head in her direction. "Something wrong?" he asked, and she nodded her head. He saw that Anita had opened his briefcase and had Kevin’s file in her hand.
"Why didn’t you tell me?"
"Tell you what?"
"About Kevin- your Joseph?" her words came out at the wrong time, just as Kevin opened the back door and hopped into the back seat. Martin and Anita remained silent, but the woman couldn't help but look back at him.
"What about me?" he asked, bewildered.
"You! you're a terrorist!" she shrieked, shrinking back against the passenger car door.
"What in the world are you talking about?" Kevin’s eyes widened in fear and confusion when he saw Martin raise a gun directed at his face. "There has to be a misunderstanding! I'm not a terrorist!"
Martin kept the gun raised. "I've been deputed by the FBI to capture you dead or alive. If you don't cooperate I won't hesitate to shoot you and take you back to them as a corpse."
(To Be Continued Tomorrow...)
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