Stuck in the Middle with You [surrealobsession & MsNikki]
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				Title: <strong>Stuck in the Middle with You [surrealobsession &amp; MsNikki]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MsNikki</strong> on <strong>09-02-2014, 21:53:41</strong>
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				Sandra Warren has been living in South America for 5 years now, it was her first job and the first job location that her company had sent her to. She was a bright and intelligent business student and she finished all her studies at the age of 21, and her company, Star &amp; Bullock, had called her in for interviews after she had applied to them as soon as she finished her studies. They were impressed by her CV and were even more impressed when they got to meet her. She picked things up quickly and she was fully trained to close deals. But of course, in South America, she had a manager and he really believed in her abilities and has helped her to thrive. She was closing and brokering deals like crazy, and every body was happy.<br><br>The offices were in Chile, because it was the most stable country .. or so did the headquarters in the US say, but nevertheless, she was travelling all over. And for the last year, she has been in Ecuador brokering and closing deals for local business mogul, Emilio Valverde. He contacted the headquarters talking numbers which made the headquarters drool and contact the offices in Chile. That led to Sandra being assigned there.<br><br>She was suspicious at first from the numbers that she was dealing with but the headquarters had made it clear that she just goes with the flow and ask no questions. That was against her nature and she has always secretly dug deeper to make sure that everything was clean and legit. But this last deal was suspicious and it had a bad smell about it. The numbers were constantly changed and assigned to things that weren't done, and Emilio was directly involved unlike the previous deals in which she barely dealt with him. He was on top of things and he wanted an update every other hour.<br><br>Moreover, he always got mad when Sandra tried to ask him to clarify the numbers. She always confronted him and asked questions, and he obviously didn't like that and he ignored most of them. He was desperate for the deal and Sandra, after contacting the headquarters, was told to go with the flow. It was all against her instincts and she was determined to resign after the deal.<br><br>On the other hand, the man from the other involved party was a mysterious one. He was a man of few words and he only brought in some papers without explaining a thing. Sandra was getting more and more frustrated and she did some research and all the nasty things started surfacing. It all led to one path, crime money and money laundry. She freaked out and called the headquarters again trying to explain but they told her that the money was too big to reject and she had to go with it. They assured that she wasn't going to be charged with anything and it was safe for her to do it. With that, she knew that she went on with her decision and wrote down her resignation letter, signed it, and was about to send it but she was interrupted by a call from Emilio telling her to visit him at his office.<br><br>He told her that he was aware of her phone call and that it was better for her to attend his party that evening looking ever so elegant, stick to his side, and close the deal, or bad things will happen. He was a confident man and the way he said scared the shit out of Sandra. She had always enjoyed parties thrown after a deal has been closed to celebrate the success she had achieved and also to relax and have a blast after the hard work she always puts in. She was such a competitive hard worker and yeah, she needed such parties in the aftermath. She did have a life after all. But this party was a different story, she just wanted to get over with it and fly home.&nbsp; <br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://acidfairy.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/Emma-Stone-Red-Dress-Gangster-Squad.png)</div>It was party time, and Sandra was as elegant as ever in her red dress, matching heels, and matching nail and toe nail polish, and her silky red hair brushed to one side. She stepped from the cab and tipped the driver, who thanked her and drove off. Pulling her invitation from her purse, she presented it to one of the bouncers at the rather swanky house, newly built with new money, that much was clear, with a beautiful view of the ocean. Her eyes were already assessing the outside of the house, noting the fancy gutters and eaves, the balconies... and with a swift look around, she noticed that there were armed men all around the place. Her heart pounced at the sight before the bouncer interrupted "Ah Miss Warren, Please go in, miss".<br><br>"Thank you", Sandra nodded and took back the embossed card, heading through the open door to where a few waiters and waitresses were waiting with trays of champagne. She took one and an half naked South American lady showed her the way into the house's parlour, and then outside to where all the other guests were gathered. The breeze from the ocean was refreshing but that didn't help with Sandra's nervousness. <br><br>Security and gunmen inside were even more than the ones outside, people seemed comfortable, but Sandra wasn't. One of Emilio's men noticed her and walked straight to her whispering to her ear that Emilio was waiting for her and he pointed to his table. It was a huge round table with a C-shaped low white leather couch around it which left an opening at the front. The table was full of snacks, alcohol of all sorts, and cigar, and whores and dancers in only golden thongs sat around Emilio leaving two other empty spaces.<br><br>"Here you are." Emilio acknowledged Sandra's arrival despite having a whore giving a lap dance and patted the empty space to his left for her to sit on. She made her way through the smiling vixens and sat sat down silently. She was relieved that Emilio was busy with a whore as she wasn't in the mood to talk to him. She took in deep breaths without being so obvious about it as she sipped on her champagne.<br><br>The house was on a hill and the view to the ocean was indeed breathtaking, there was a pool in the middle and the other tables were around it. Emilio's table was at the far end and at a higher level. There were two gunmen blocking the way to it in addition to the many other gunmen splattered all over the place, between tables, and on the balconies.<br><br>The other tables were smaller but were a copy of Emilio's table, there weren't snacks or drinks or cigars on the tables, but there was an open bar for those opposite to Emilio's table for the guests to use. There were at least two whore at each table. Latin music played in the background and most people were gathered around the bar chatting.<br><br>Time passed and Sandra started to get bored and she needed some fresh air, she stood up but Emilio grasped at her wrist and asked her where she was going to which she replied that she needed some fresh air. He grinned and squeezed at her wrist and pulled her down forcing her to sit down. And said in his thick Spanish accent "You aren't going anywhere. You're sticking here next to me until this is over and I make sure that you haven't done anything stupid after that call of yours."<br><br>Sandra gasped in reaction to his grasp and words, her eyes opened wide with fear and she told him in a shaky shivering voice, "I swear that I haven't." He stared into her green eyes and told her to shut the fuck up and look happy. Her face turned red and her heart paced. She downed the champagne and ordered another. She closed her eyes, faked a smile and took out a cigarette and her phone. <br><br>She wasn't doing anything with the phone, she was just nervous and she just clicked on it acting busy. It took Emilio a few seconds to see the mobile phone to which he raged in anger and pushed the whore around. "Puta madre!" He yelled and was making his way towards Sandra but she was saved by the interruption of one of Emilio's men whispering something in his ear.<br><br>Emilio stood up and made his way to the front of the table, he turned around to Sandra and told her to hand him her phone after party to which she nodded in woe. Chattering was getting louder and some of the guests were hurrying to their tables, the gunmen were on sudden alert and the crowd was being pushed to make way at the door that led to the pool. <br><br>A man emerged from the crowd surrounded by bodyguards, he was a familiar face to Sandra. Her jaw dropped and she became petrified. He was Pablo 'el machete' Suarez, the biggest crime tyrant not only in Ecuador, but in South America. Sandra knew that the deal involved crime but she never expected it to be with this man.<br><br>He made his way towards Emilio, they shook hands and hugged before Emilio invited him to take a seat. He made his way through the whores and paused in front of Sandra, looking back at Emilio, Emilio nodded. Pablo leaned down and grasped Sandra's chin, squeezing at it harshly. She groaned and winced at his gestures as he evilly stared in her eyes before releasing her chin with a shove that left her all horrified.<br><br>"Let's get to business." He said as he took the far seat and let Emilio sit between him and Sandra.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stuck in the Middle with You [surrealobsession &amp; MsNikki]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>surrealobsession</strong> on <strong>12-02-2014, 01:51:16</strong>
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				(http://www.esquire.com/cm/esquire/images/LauraElenaHarring.jpg)<br><br>Elegant affairs had never been Lydia Esperanza's strong point. Sure, she had to attend them from time to time. In the last couple of years she had been to several galas, most politically thrown fundraisers to rub elbows with the most wealthy clients her organization fielded. She had never been fond of those events, and wriggled out of them whenever possible, much to the chagrin of her handlers. But this time was one of the instances where she truly had no choice. It was not about snobbery and appearance; this was a chase, the final move to isolate a target and gather intel. <br><br>The job was supposed to have been a simple one, and it had certainly been that. Every contact had been accurate, every step of the mission flawless. If she was honest, it was making her rather nervous. Hiccups were normal, and thinking on your feet was a part of the job. Assassinations were clean, intelligence gathering was messy. That was the way it always was, and yet here she stood in an exclusive party without so much as a batted eye. By now someone should have tried to check out who she was, asked her a question or two, assumed she was a guest and tried to ascertain why she had received an invite in the first place. As far as anyone was concerned, however, she was invisible. <br><br>Moving through the crowd, she nursed a glass of champagne, pretending to drink. It was mightily different not to do so for real. Five years sober with a chip back home to remind her, she took her efforts seriously. But at times like this, not having a glass in your hand was too out of the ordinary to prove anything but a risk. She had to blend, and that was one element of her job she was very, very good at. The only problem was that anxiety was coiled inside of her, mingling with the usual excitement of the hunt. Lydia had never really learned to deal with such emotional upheavals in a constructive way. <br><br>Moving to a corner, she stood casually and pretending to be bored and aloof. Such was the natural state of most socialites, especially in South America's upper class. But her eyes were taking in each guest, breaking them down into categories, figuring out threats and useless fodder. Everyone pretty much seemed to be who they should have been: hookers for entertainment, guards for protection and brute force, waiters and waitresses to give the place an air of civility. Businessmen and women who were in on the game, and a few contacts who had been sent as lookouts prior to the guest of honor's arrival, waiting to give the go-ahead and alert the right people to anyone who was not supposed to be there. <br><br>Only one stood out: a woman in a red dress who was quite obviously terrified. Lydia found her lips twitching as she watched her trying to pretend to be enjoying herself. The woman was younger than she was, at least by sight, and probably completely thrown by what she had gotten herself into. Her type was not uncommon in such deals; they started out in companies that seemed legit, but as she became an asset learned that no business was conducted completely within the law. Some were 100% outside of it, too big to worry about the ramifications of such actions. The rich never saw justice, especially in a land like this one. And her own country was always complicit in making sure of it. <br><br>She would know, as a mercenary she was well aware that every action had a price. <br><br>A bit of fanfare and the arrival of a group of men even more armed than those already present brought her back to reality. Pablo Suarez, scum of the Earth. In spite of her government's often shady nature, he was one that even they refused to do business with. She watched as he was welcomed like an old friend, though she knew he would happily kill anyone in that room for nothing more than fun. Making her way to the table, she was just sitting down when she caught the violent grip of his hand on the woman's chin she had been watching. Lydia actually felt a pang of regret for the young lady. She would be dead by the end of the night. <br><br>Wondering vaguely what it was she had done to seal her fate - and suspecting it had something to do with her unease with the deal - Lydia accepted a glass of wine left untouched. The food was brought out by a group of servers who grinned past their terror, laying the first course before each guest. She was just close enough to listen in on the conversation. <br><br>"Let's get to business."<br><br>The words were spoken with authority, the man clearly the type to expect his suggestions to be taken as orders. <br><br>Emilio nodded, turning somewhat to face the other man. "As you know, we had a bit of a struggle with border control last week. This is nothing new, we encounter resistance from some of the newer recruits who are looking to preserve the...how do you say...American dream. Things became messy, and there were a few deaths," <br><br>He waved as he said this, as though it was of no consequence. "We managed to pay off the right people on our side, and it has gone away. But the news broke in Texas before we could quiet it up. We will have to change our route for product shipment, but I do not expect a delay."<br><br>Suarez was nodding, smiling to himself. "Good, good. I had heard about the conflict at the border, and I was please to see how it was handled. Many men in your position are...squeamish about getting involved in the less savory elements to such a deal. It is good to know I can rely on you for more than just number modifications."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stuck in the Middle with You [surrealobsession &amp; MsNikki]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MsNikki</strong> on <strong>12-02-2014, 18:57:30</strong>
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				Sandra was intelligent, and despite her frightened state, her mind was able to process information although she wished that she hadn't. From the conversation going before her, she almost pissed her panties as obviously, it wasn't only Pablo and his crime money she was dealing with, there were also some dead bodies in the process.<br><br>She knew that things weren't pretty and she knew for a fact that they weren't going to get any prettier. Pablo was known to kill for pleasure, so why not kill someone who he suspects that have told about him to the police? He did grasp her chin in an unfriendly way, didn't he? She was certain that she wasn't going to make it out there alive, thanks to the wrongful accusations of Emilio, but that was not the time to try and explain, she just had to find a way out.<br><br>She downed her second glass of champagne and took out a new cigarette as the first one was dropped, unlit, somewhere during Pablo's arrival. Her shaky fingers brought the captured cigarette to her red lipstick painted lips and those same shaky fingers fetched a lighter out of her purse and lit the cigarette before dropping the lighter onto the table and inhaling some tar and nicotine down her lungs, not that her heaving chest from the happenings of the night needed any extra work.<br><br>She puffed a couple of times on her cigarette in an attempt to try and clear up her mind and think of an escape, but no ideas were coming into her mind that was only occupied by thoughts of her nearing fate, death. She put off her half smoked cigarette and almost dropped the ashtray down along with a Jack Daniel's bottle that was closely attached to it, and that clumsy act of hers got Pablo and Emilio to stare at her. She knew they were staring but she dared not to look at any of them, and she prayed that they won't talk to her, and they didn't.<br><br>They instead went on with their conversation with Emilio saying, "business is business, it gets dirty sometimes and we have to clean it, and I have no problems in getting my hands dirty for things to be clean."<br><br>Pablo laughed and feelings of disgust were added to Sandra's feelings of woe and fear. "Such a wise man you are Emilio, but not so wise because of this." And in parallel to him saying the word 'this', his arm jerked swiftly towards Sandra and he grasped a fistful of her silky red hair, tugging her closer and whispering in her ear, "you're not going to do anything stupid you cunt, are you? You're going to sign the deal and go home to your mama and papa, eh?"<br><br>Sandra almost fainted at the tug, her chest heaved faster in ultimate horror, her heart raced making her feel that it was going to pop out of her chest, her whole body was shaking as she even became more certain that she wasn't going anywhere after this alive. Her trembling lips whispered in a low shaky tone, "ye-yes Sir."<br><br>He laughed somewhere as he let his finger trace her cheek bone "good girl", and then he pushed her away by the hair, releasing it. "Contracts, Emilio" Pablo then ordered and Emilio motioned with his fingers to one of the guards and with that, the guard hurried his way into the house. <br><br>Tears were forming into poor Sandra's eyes that desperately started to look around for an escape, she knew she was dead anyways and wanted to get up and start running but her trembling knees couldn't help her up. Her green eyes continued their desperate quest for at least a face to show her sympathy but no one dared to look towards Emilio's and Pablo's table.... except one elegant lady that kept looking over and obviously was close enough and interested in the conversation.<br><br>Their eyes met and Sandra wasn't in any mood to smile or show a happy face, she just looked down and towards the house in which the guard was back with the papers, the contract to be more specific.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stuck in the Middle with You [surrealobsession &amp; MsNikki]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>surrealobsession</strong> on <strong>18-02-2014, 22:24:35</strong>
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				Catching the woman's eye, Lydia felt another wave of sympathy for the woman. It was clear that she was terrified beyond all reason, and she had every reason to be. Her fate was clear in the vicious smile on Pablo's face. He was a killer, a hateful monster, and he would throw her to his men as a plaything that would be worst than the death that would follow it. He may have believed in swift executions for men, but women were too useful as entertainment to kill outright. She had seen proof of his handiwork before. <br><br>But she couldn't think of that now. The contract was coming out, and she was adjusted her dress in a demure way to keep from catching attention. The camera embedded inside was high tech and so tiny it fit effortlessly into the gem of her necklace settled between her breasts. She made sure the fabric was kept away from the line of sight, preparing to capture the moment. <br><br>The contract was signed without a hitch, and between that and the conversation, she had what she had come for. The company, and more importantly the series of illegal operations it was a front for, was toast. From there the organization she had been contracted for would be able to follow the thread to other operations, other corrupt businesses, and hopefully to the most important thing of all: the connecting source. One person or group was behind all of this. Even Pablo was nothing more than middle management. <br><br>With business concluded, the meal commenced. She could not just get up and leave, as it would be suspicious to do so. Instead, Lydia finished her meal and listened to the chatter around her. The two men had fallen into pointless conversation, nothing to do with the dealing at all now that things were finalized. She kept looking at the terrified woman and her pale face, trying not to sigh. She wished there was something she could do, but it would be too risky. Maybe once she got out of there, she could alert someone and they could keep a look out, get the girl out before things became too horrific...<br><br>Movement at the other side of the room caught her eye. A man in a suit, obviously a planted member of a more covert security team, was standing with a group of armed guards. He was gesturing, and she realized with a sinking feeling that he was gesturing to her. Tense and waiting for any indication that she was right, she saw another guard scurry to Pablo and bend down to speak in his ear. Immediately the crime boss's eyes turned to Lydia, meeting her gaze. <br><br>Her cover was blown. <br><br>Guards were running forward and Lydia jumped up, reaching below her dressed and unstrapping several compartments hidden by straps at her thighs. The first to be released was a small dice sized square, which she threw at the coming guards. It exploded on impact, setting off a puff of thick, acrid smoke that would choke anyone within five feet of it. Some of the guests became sputtering. The other item was a gun, small and a weak caliber, but it would get the job done. A shot to the thigh sent the armed man who had alerted Pablo down as she threw herself over the table. <br><br>The butt of the .22 came down on Emilio, harshly knocking his head into the table with a sickening crunch. Pablo was already being pulled away, not out of reach but hardly her concern. She hadn't been hired to kill him; now her job was to get out of there alive. As she was flipping over the other side of the table she caught sight of the cowering woman, however, and let out a growl of annoyance. <br><br><em>Fuck...</em><br><br>She couldn't just leave her, especially now. If Lydia got away, Pablo would be angry. He would want someone to take his frustration out on. Clearly, this woman would&nbsp; be a prime candidate. She grabbed her delicate wrist and yanked her from her seat. <br><br>"Run when I say to run, duck when I say to duck and do what you are told," she shouted at her, eyes flashing menacingly. "And you might just get out of this alive." <br><br>Pulling her along, Lydia found cover behind one of the many set bars surrounding them. Crouching behind, she double checked her bullets before peeking out and beginning to fire shots, counting each one in her head. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stuck in the Middle with You [surrealobsession &amp; MsNikki]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MsNikki</strong> on <strong>04-03-2014, 14:01:22</strong>
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				The contract was signed without a blink, it was the fastest signing Sandra had ever witnessed. People normally read a few of the terms on the contract before signing it or at least pretend they are reading, but that wasn't the case. Then food was served, but Sandra had no appetite, she was counting the seconds to her end, she knew she had no chance whatsoever to escape. <br><br>In the middle of the meal, Pablo rudely pointed at Sandra and asked Emilio, "does she give a good blowjob this one?" to which Emilio laughed expressing that he didn't have any first hand experience but he emphasized how white bitches love the Latin dick to which both of the scumbags laughed hysterically. The laughing was cut short as a guard whispered something into Pablo's ear and after that, hell broke loose. <br><br>People with guns started running from everywhere towards that close by woman who has swiftly jumped around and bombed the place. Sandra was in a very fragile state that she had almost passed out. Everything was happening so fast, the place turned into chaos. And as the woman shot Pablo's guard in the thigh, Sandra closed her eyes, bowed to one side covering her head whilst shivering in fear.<br><br>Sandra gasped as she got pulled onto her feet by her wrist. She kept her eyes closed and was about to beg 'please don't kill me.' But then a voice of a woman was addressing her. She opened her eyes and looked into the mysterious woman's eyes, she didn't know if she should be scared or not, if she was safe or not, but all she knew and got from the woman's confident words was that she just had to do what she was told.<br><br>Sandra took cover behind the bar alongside her savior who was busy fighting back. They were only two and the guards were in tens. Their chances of survival were low. Siren sounds started to escalate as they were obviously heading closer to Emilio's house, but were they going to make it in time before Sandra and her savior get killed?<br><br>A lucky look by Sandra to one of the windows made her see a guard with his gun aimed right at the fighting woman's chest. Of course no one would've known where exactly the gun was aimed if it wasn't for the red laser point showing. "Watch out!" Sandra yelled as she kicked the woman on the shoulder with her heels causing her to fall to one side which coincided with a bullet landing just were she was a split second ago.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stuck in the Middle with You [surrealobsession &amp; MsNikki]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>surrealobsession</strong> on <strong>10-03-2014, 21:59:24</strong>
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				The entire world was falling to pieces around them, chaos ensuring from left to right. The damn near miss was a shock to the system, and she reached up to yank the woman down at her side as she fell hard on one shoulder. Pain bloomed, but there was no time to attend to it. An injury was a lot better than a bullet to the head, which was becoming a more real possibility for the moment. She glanced at the wide eyed companion with a jerk of her head. <br><br>"Thanks," she shouted, as she moved up and fired some shots near the door. It connected and there were screams as guests dived once more for cover, and a couple of hits took down the guards nearest the doors. "Come on!" <br><br>Pulling her fast, she tossed another smoke bomb that provided some cover as they hurtled toward the door. A bit of firepower from her gun and she was out of bullets with no ability to reload. It hadn't exactly been the kind of mission she suspected to turn into a fight. She was supposed to be in and out, which also meant no backup was waiting for her outside. <br><br>The good news was the light travel allowed them to slip more easily in the increasing fervor. More guards had arrived, and they were tripping over themselves and cowering guests trying to choke past the smoke. She didn't bother to get her own vehicle she had arrived in, instead pushing fleeing guests out of the way and ushering the woman into a random sports car as she punched the valet. Sliding into the drivers seat, the doors had barely been shut before she was speeding away. <br><br>"Hold on tight," she growled as she gunned it, watching as guards jumped out of the way. A few began to fire as the speeding car, not knowing that they were the targets but unwilling to let anyone out of the grounds nonetheless. The element of surprise was with them as they slammed through the closed gate and onto the main road. Shouts followed, but it wasn't that which sent a thrill through her again. It was the sound of engines gunning behind him. <br><br>"Fuck," she whispered as she glanced in the rear view mirror and saw the cars following them. "Try to stay low," she told the woman, worried that one of the shots now reigning on the back of the car might end up in the back of her head. A sharp turn and they were thrown into a field, cruising through the tall grass with no view of what was happening before them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stuck in the Middle with You [surrealobsession &amp; MsNikki]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MsNikki</strong> on <strong>13-03-2014, 20:23:20</strong>
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				Sandra was so relieved that she managed to save her savior from the bullet, one because she has saved a life, and second because this woman seemed to be her only hope of making it out alive despite the thin chances that they had.<br><br>She was impressed at how that woman recovered in split seconds and fired back.. If it was her that was shot at and was about to have a bullet in her head, she would've fainted. <br><br>Sandra was sure that the woman was trained, well trained. She started thinking who she worked for but there was no time as she was pulled again through the smoke which was created so fast and for the second time in a few minutes, she was being pulled around not knowing what was going on as everything was moving in front of her eyes in flashes. It all seemed like an illusion more than reality, but the painful truth was that it was indeed reality.<br><br>Suddenly, they were in a car, and apparently, they were being followed. She had a rapid glance back then she lowered her head. Seconds later, the car drifted away after a few nasty bounces and stopped moving. <br><br>Sandra's chest was heaving, she knew their immobile state would have them caught. She shifted her head up and looked around, she saw a few rocks good for hiding behind a few meters away. Then she opened the glove compartment and she saw a lighter and a few papers. She grabbed them and looked at the woman in the driving seat. "I have an idea!"<br><br>She said as she bounced out of the car and ran to the gas tank. "I'm going to burn this car down and we run and hide behind the rocks there." She said as she looked at her companion before going on, "this way, the explosion would make them think we died."<br><br>She waited for no confirmation as she opened the little door and shoved the papers in. With that, she lighted the papers and started running. She looked back at the woman "come on!!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stuck in the Middle with You [surrealobsession &amp; MsNikki]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>surrealobsession</strong> on <strong>24-03-2014, 15:35:17</strong>
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				She was going to blow up the car. Well, fuck it...it was as good an idea as any. It meant they would have no transportation, in the middle of nowhere, in what would be severe heat as soon as the sun rose, about thirty miles away from the nearest town of which they would still be in danger. But the alternative was continuing in a moving target that was easy to view as they attempted to get away from a lot of men with guns. And all it took was a single shot ringing true. <br><br>Following the woman out of the car, watched as she stuffed the paper into the gas tank and took off running. With her calling for her to run after her, she did so. Albeit a little more slowly. She had seen a car blown up before, they had time before it igniting the exhaust enough to follow down the line. It wasn't nearly as dramatic as it would be in the movies. She had just managed to duck behind the rocks when there was a sizzling sound. About half a minute later there was a pop, and then the sound of concussive force. <br><br>It wasn't the epic explosion one might have expected. However, it did its job and within a few seconds the entire car was engulfed in flames and smoke too thick to see through. The small of gas was thick enough to make you choke, and Lydia ripped off two segments of her dress. She handed one over to her reluctant companion to put over her mouth, doing the same with her own. <br><br>Just over the sound of the raging fire she could hear a couple of cars stopping nearby. A door opened, but there were no footsteps. The fire was hot, the smoke suffocating. They wouldn't bother to examine it too closely, at least if they were lucky. <br><br>They were. After a few minutes the idiots got back into the car and the vehicles drove away at top speed. Before long, nothing but the sound of the inferno could be heard. The wind began to clear away the smoke a bit and Lydia motioned for the woman to stay put. Carefully, she crouched on her haunches and moved from the rock to view the surrounding landscape. Seeing nothing in the distance, she straightened and walked back to the woman. <br><br>"Ok, we're clear," she said, removing the cloth. She examined her, tilting her head. "I'm Lydia, by the way. What's your name, princess?"
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