get in the car! now!
her voice cuts through the chaos and the car has barely come to a halt when he leaps into the backseat, closing the door behind him as a hail of bullets follows suit. he remains there, on his back, breath coming in and out of his chest in large waves, an unmistakable grin wide across his face. " would you believe me if i said that was all part of the plan? " he ought to have the presence of mind to drop the amusement when he meets the steel of her gaze in the rear view mirror, but instead it only grows -- it's part of his charm, or perhaps just a permanent flaw of character, " what fun is a plan without some close calls, after all. "
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