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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.

ordered and I locked my eyes on the trucked and raced

stayed behind the cover over the lilac car, targetting any guards

right behind me until suddenly about two-thirds of the

looked up to me, right in the

I did

we battled on to the car. He groaned in pain and I groaned from his weight on me but we made it and I took the keys from him helped him into the car, got in

when we were safely away, he cast his eyes up to me as he breathed heavily and through his pained

looking forward, no idea

to be free of

began. "I don't know."

can you?" he replied. "You

thank me if you like," was all I

was a

replied in

and gave him a half

Andrea telling me which way to go. The bleeding in his leg eventually stopped and when we pulled up in front of a house on the edge of Bogota, I helped him limp into it before a man stood

the floor and got a proper look at the damage done to his leg. He'd already pulled the bullet out rather gruesomely in

I began examining the wound on his thigh. "It's already healing but it's deep and