Fire Meet Gasoline

Part Thirteen

As I entered the trailer, Franklin, sitting on a couch facing the door, said, "Hey girl, didn't we meet before? When you first got in the city?"

"I don't think so... Wait yes I think we did. At the strip club. At like 11 AM."

"Don't judge what time I go to see naked ladies. If anyone is finna judge, I'mma judge you for liking Trevor."

"Lets not go there." I said. He laughed a little, and I looked around the trailer. It looked just as grungy inside as it did outside. 

Taliana sat next to Franklin. "So what is the plan?"

"They are transporting Trevor to the Penitentiary today-" Lester began, but I cut in.

"We don't have the weapons to go in there, Lester."

"Are you crazy? We aren't going anywhere near that place. We are gonna stop them from getting there."

"Oh."

"The transport bus will be moving soon. It takes a few back roads to get there, that is where we will strike. Now we aren't gonna shoot up the bus. We need it to look like an accident. All other passengers, such as guards and the driver, must not survive. Again, It must look like an accident. Taliana, its your job to make the bus crash, also signal T that its us. Do not hit it. Cut it off, make it swerve off the road, do what you have to to make it crash. Franklin- you will go in and get T out. You probably won't have to handle anyone else, he can handle himself."

"What should I do?" I asked.

"Well, its actually a really simple job. We don't really need a hacker, so you can go and enjoy the scenery while they rescue your boy friend." Lester said sarcastically. 

"What if it doesn't go smoothly? What if he gets hurt?"

"It wouldn't be your fault this time." He laughed. The rest of us just kind of sat in silence. "You should be leaving."

"Are we getting any profit from this?" Franklin asked.

I answered, "No... Why would we? We are rescuing a part of our crew. Your friend."

"I couldn't give less of a shit about T. He almost got my ass clipped before."

"Well, he wouldn't let you go down. Not like this. If your not interested-"

"Shit. I am. Damn, you are fucking crazy. Let's go."

I don't like this fucker. First of all, he keeps making jokes about me liking Trevor. Also, his selfishness gets under my skin.

As we got in Trevor's truck. I suddenly realize I will be sitting in the back of the truck. I nervously open the back, and Franklin grabs my hips. I jabbed him with my elbow.

"I was just trying to help, crazy bitch."

I know he was, but I don't like him. I scoffed and climbed in the back. Taliana turned to me, "Don't worry, it I make any sudden turns I'll warn you. Franklin should be in the back, but he isn't quite the gentleman Trevor is."

As much as I don't like Taliana calling him a gentleman, I'm curious about their history.

"How did you meet him? You said he saved your life?"

"He did. I was on the side of the road, bleeding out. I got a knife pulled on me when a job went south, and crashed the car. Luckily Trevor got me home quickly. Once I got patched up, he called me and gave me work. Only wish I had been called about the UD."

Franklin nodded. 

"Were you part of the UD, Franklin?" I asked him.

"Yeah. Shit that was some hard shit."

"You were the hacker? You didn't even go in the bank." Taliana laughed.

"I fucking drove the gold out of there though."

"Yeah, you saved the day, Frankie." She flirted. "That's Trevor's air field." She called to me. I looked at the run away as we drove past. A helicopter sat on the helipad with TP Enterprises written on the side.

Suddenly, Lester's voice came through the radio. "It's almost to route 68. Get there, get it done."

"Got it." Taliana responded, and quickly turned onto Route 68. "Sorry, Eden."

"I'm alright." I had toppled over and held tightly to the side of the truck bed.

I looked in the distance. It was a foggy evening. The sun had already set, so the dark haze made it hard to see. 

"Okay, so when I see it, I'm going head on. Hopefully, they will swerve to the right and crash. Its so foggy they won't see. There is plenty to hit on this road."

"Okay." I breathed heavily. "Don't crash."

"I'll try." She nervously laughed.

We sat silently, waiting for the headlights to shine. Franklin turned and said, "Girl can you try to breathe a little less heavy?"

"Sorry. I'm nervous."

"We know what we gotta go. What are you nervous for?"

"I'm a little scared. I don't know how I'm gonna tell Trevor that I-"

"Here we go!" Taliana interrupted, which followed by a jolt in the car, followed by headlights passing quickly and a crash sound, ending with the continuous horn of the bus. 

"Shit. Here I go. You, calm the fuck down. Ill be back." Franklin climbed out and ran to the bus, and Taliana looked at me.

"Is he okay?"

"T? I'm sure he is."

"What if he isn't, Taliana?"

Don't worry yourself. He's going to be fine.

We sat and waited. Silence. As the fog moved  little, I could see the blue of the transport bus; The front crunched up after hitting a telephone pole. I tried to slow my breathing as Lester's voice came over the radio, "Did it work?"