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I Know It Won't Work: Gracie Abrams
"Car, C-A-R." I stress. "I said steal a car and pick me up behind the royal palace."
"No, you said vehicle. Steal a vehicle and pick me up behind the royal palace." Nolan drives. "Direct quote, so that's what I did."
"Nobody uses the word vehicle colloquially, it sounds ridiculous."
"So does using the word colloquially, Miss's MacGyver."
"You done?" I give him a look.
"For now." Nolan smirks.
"Even if I did say car, which I 100% did not, how was this the best option?"
"It's bulletproof, bomb and fireproof. Li, this thing is rad. Besides, nothing else was gonna get us out of that mess back there." He laughs and I lean back as two bullets hits the side of the car.
"Okay, fair enough. But stealing it is what got us into this current mess. How does someone as thorough as you not realize the Garde républicaine tracks the French president's limo at all times?" I take out my gun.
"Must've left my French file at home." He swerved and my phone rings.
"Oh, great." I answer. "Hey, Matty, I, uh, assume you heard we're in a bit of a shit show?"
"Yes, Lina, you're on every channel in the EU." Matty confirms. "Also, Nolan's right. You did say vehicle, not car."
"Same damn thing." I snap.
"Okay, now that everyone's up to speed, pun intended, how about you clear up this little misunderstanding, Matty?" Nolan suggests.
"I'm sorry, but unfortunately, I don't have the supreme magistrate's personal celly on speed dial. And even if I did, nothing would change the fact that you two took his private limo for a joie-ride. Sorry, guys, but if the men in the ear pieces and the suits catch you, there's nothing I can do." Matty tells us and we swerve again.
"Oh, we just lost a tire!"
"You think?" I retort.
"According to this, the limo's titanium-reinforced run-flat tires should hold up for about ten minutes." Riley informs.
"Well, that's not a lot of time. Tell us about the car's other features."
"It's built on a tank chassis, it's hermetically sealed in case of a chemical attack, it's got night vision headlights..." Evan trails off.
"Like I said: R-A-D rad." Nolan grins and I roll my eyes.
"Backup oxygen tank, tear gas grenades, bags of the president's blood in case he needs a transfusion in transit-"
