Before the guard could get as far as examining the boxes in the boot, Andrea had jumped out of the car and shot him dead before aiming at the other five guards who had come to inspect the car. Before the first could even hit the ground, they were all dead.

"Get down, Blanca," he ordered and I ducked behind the car as a whole fleet of Gustavo's men over on the bridge flooded out of the border control buildings and opened fire on us.

It was about thirty against one, and when Andrea stopped shooting momentarily to reload he barked something down his walkie talkie.

I heard the whip of bullets flying through the air and the clank of them hitting the car or the chime of them bouncing off the tarmac. It could only be so long before Andrea ran out of bullets and we'd be totally fucked.

But just as he threw his second gun onto the floor, completely rid of ammunition, and ducked behind the car next to me half a dozen or so trucks rolled in behind us.

Andrea smiled to himself and then to me, as men jumped out and began shooting out towards Gustavo's mem.

"We're getting out of here, Blanca," he said putting his hand on my knee. "Stand up," he added as one of the men threw him a new gun and a set of car keys.

I slowly got to my feet as Andrea shot but kept my head down below the car.

"You see that truck with the shattered window?" he asked pointing to one a hundred or so metres away with one of the side windows completely broken by a bullet. "That's where we're going."

"Juan," he shouted to one of the men, "Cover us!"

The man nodded and Andrea turned to me.

"Run," he ordered and I locked my eyes on the trucked and raced through the bullet shower, as fast as my legs would go.

Juan stayed behind the cover over the lilac car, targetting any guards aiming at us whilst Andrea shot too

I could hear his footsteps running right behind me until suddenly about two-thirds of the way, I couldn't.

I snapped my head around to see him on the floor clutching his leg in pain. The bullets were still raining down on us and I paused unable to run further from him. He looked up to me, right in the eye. His face suddenly seemed so young and helpless as the bullets hit the ground all around him but he lay unable to move. His chances were already, but if I didn't do anything? Zero.

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