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closed before Seattle peeled out of the spot, barely avoiding a few vehicles moving along in traffic already.
    “We’re going the wrong way to get back on the expressway,” Orlando said quietly as Seattle darted in and out of traffic, making several spectacularly close calls but remaining in control the whole time.
    How had he learned to drive like that?
    “We’re trying to leave a dummy trail for the cops and probably the feds now in the LA traffic before setting on a real course,” Boston replied calmly as he reached under his seat and started pulling out cases. What were in those?
    I didn’t get a chance to look as I was tossed against the window when Seattle whipped into an alley before flying through it and coming out onto another street he turned on. I’d been to LA before, but pressed up against the glass like this as we sped along one of the bigger, busier streets, I couldn’t get over the ratio of cabs to other vehicles. It might have been split down the middle which was nothing like the smaller town we were from.
    Was it really possible that only half the people drove themselves in this city? Then again as I sat back in my seat and saw the problems Seattle was having with the traffic, I understood why. Statistically, even more walked too than took cabs always. Might be smart.
    Horns went off on either side of us, hurting my ears as the Expedition blew by some vehicles illegally.
    “Fucking one ways,” he growled. “This isn’t going to work. We’re going to need help. I won’t be able to leave crumbs for them to chase like idiots.” He glanced at Boston. “You know LA better. What are our options?”
    “You mean who do we know well enough to say Hi, we need to be hidden from the federal government because we stole something from the NSA and they won’t turn us over themselves?” Boston’s tone was fully of syrupy sarcasm.
    “I wasn’t thinking we should tell—fuck!” He swerved, tires screeching when a police cruiser pulled out in front of us. As he changed directions, blowing a traffic light, other cars spun and turned out of the way, making effective blockades against other police cars for us.
    “There’s only a few who can hide us from this kind of attention,” Milwaukee said as there was a thunk against the side of the SUV. “What was that?”
    “Bullet,” Boston and Seattle answered.
    “They’re shooting at us!” Orlando bitched before smacking my shoulder. “What did you do wrong?”
    “Hey, this is so not my fault!” That didn’t mean I wasn’t freaking out since they were shooting at us and all of that. I licked my upper lip as I started to feel a ball of nerves and tasted the salt from my sweat.
    “ I’ve got the way to get us out of trouble, guys ,” Seattle mimicked…
    Orlando shouted in pain from behind me. I spun around as much as I could in my seatbelt and watched in horror as blood quickly spread over his shoulder.
    “What happened?” Boston barked out.
    “They shot me! Those fuckers shot me!” Orlando started muttering under his breath as he ripped off his shirt before reaching into the wound and digging around with his fingers. “I’m so biting those assholes. Fucking shoot me, will they?” He wiggled his hand around for a few more moments before letting loose a triumphant sound. “Got it! I’m good.”
    “Well fuck me sideways!” Boston exclaimed with a wide smile, staring at Orlando before smacking Seattle on the shoulder. “Little bro’s getting inducted into the club, Seattle.”
    “I saw that. Nicely done, Orlando.”
    “What club?” He shot them a confused look as he kept pressure on the wound while it took a few moments to close. We healed that fast after all especially if the something like a bullet that prevents the process was taken out.
    “The I got shot and didn’t freak the fuck out club.” Boston waggled his eyebrows before getting thrown about when Seattle veered around some cars. “You pretty much did what Seattle did the