Iana watched Maya and Vanessa stumble and saw the gun. Shock almost overwhelmed her, but she recovered. Now was not the time!
She swerved and halted her Jeep in front of them. The girls - she had seen them only a few times before - stared at her with wide, confused eyes. She half kicked open the passenger door. They didn't wait for her offer. Grabbing the rim, brown-haired Maya leaped in, reaching back to lift Vanessa into the car.
She geared up and before the door was slammed close, they were off.
Gunshots blazed behind them and she heard glass shatter. "Duck girls!"
Jammed into the front seat, it was hard for them, but they managed to obey. Iana's brother - blonde and sleepy - bolted upright. "What's happening? Maya?"
"Ian!" Maya shouted, throwing herself backwards.
Shots blazed. They had their own car!
"Both of you FREAKING GET DOWN!" She commanded as she rounded a corner. Stupid love birds!
"Iana, what the hell's happening?!"
"Ask your girlfriend!"
"Ask Vanessa!" Maya shouted in exasperation.
"It's personal!" Vanessa sobbed.
Guns flared and Iana almost tipped the car into a gorge. "Dear, I think it's past friggin' personal."
Just then a tree appeared from nowhere and Iana cursed.
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