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The Thai sun beats down on the windshield, thick, humid heat seeping through the open windows. The air smells of salt and damp grass. Behind us, Serena and Dante are laughing softly, Elena and Silas whispering. You, beside me, watch the coastline blur past, trusting. Suddenly, sharp impacts hammer the car's frame. The rearview mirror shows me the image of my enemy's men, weapons aimed. My knuckles whiten on the steering wheel. I glance at you, a cold glint in my eyes. *Shit…* I murmur under my breath. In one fluid motion, Dante and Silas draw their pistols, passing one to me. Gunfire cracks, the car swerves violently. I see your face—the shock, the confusion. What will you do, you?