Chapter 13 New plan... Airport

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We were like 2 miles away, when I saw red laser pointed at Lana's  feet I tackled her to the ground. 

She started screaming at me in Russian, which I understood was a bunch of cuss words. 

I hear a gunshot out in the distance, a woman comes running at us with her pistol. 

I tell Lana to duck down pull out my gatling gun, that I packed. 

I fired, after 2 shots the woman goes down. 

"More are coming, we need to get out of here!"

We start running way from the border. 

We keep running until Lana points and shouts, "motorcycle!" 

I nod, we both head for it. 

I was surprised when Lana told me to get in back, I ask her,

 "You know how to ride a motorcycle?!"

 "I was a bad teen, and my mom would hate when my boyfriend drove me to school on his  motorcycle, then he taught me how to use it in the summer."

 "Agent Lana, you have impressed me."

 "Let's just say that is one skill my mom wished I hadn't learned." 

"We need to get to an airport."

 "The closest one is Belgorod International Airport, look for a building that says airport it's in the center Belgorod." 

"Got it." 

I look until I spot one I yell and point,

 "I see one."

 Lana pulls into their parking lot, I disguise myself, before we go in. 

"When and where is the next flight?" 

I whisper over to Lana who whispers back, 

"Cancun Mexico." 

Lana points I look at the time it takes off,  30 mins.

 We got our passports out we go through security, which takes forever for me to get through.

 We get on our plane and we sit down. 

Lana whispers,

 "When we get into the United States I'm turning you in." 

"Where do you live?" 

takes me a while to answer, but i lean over and whisper,

 "Illinois" 

"Where in Illinois?" 

"Naperville," "You live near Chicago?"

 "Yeah it's... 32.1  miles away," Lana raises her eyebrows when she sees me looking at my phone. 

 "What! I don't know it off the top of my head, also didn't you get fired?!"

 "I never said I turn you in to the CIA, did I?"

 "No." Lana smiles at me, "Exactly." 

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