Guns & Stilettos

Dark Horse

We rush outside and I holster my guns he does the same. I pull my car keys out my pocket, "Hope you don't mind but its a bit of a long way there. We're going to have to run.". We sprint down the streets to the underground parking.

Once we get inside the concrete structure the only thing I can hear is our footsteps on the cool stone floor. Peaceful, I walk over to a car covered by a cloth and press the unlock button.

Tristan grabs the cover and yanks off the fabric. His mouth instantly falls open and he slowly turns to me. A laugh bursts from my mouth, he just looks so ridiculous. You can practically hear the gears in his head turning. And rightly so, the car is like a metal beast wrapped in midnight ready to pounce. My dark horse.

"YOU HAVE A BUGATTI!", he cries, eyes full of wonder as he gently strokes the bonnet of the car. My lips curl into a smile. "Yes, the perks of taking down a billionaire drug organization! The agency said I could keep her," I say with a loving glance at the car. I walk towards her and open the door. I look over at Tristan and give him a wicked smile, "Oh and by the way, be careful, she bites.". My body easily slips into the driver-seat and my hands slide over the circumference of the wheel taking in each and every detail of the familiar surface.

Tristan slips into the seat next to me with a sigh of satisfaction. I press down the handbrake and put my foot on the accelerator, her engine roaring and I swear I just heard Tristan just groan. Laughing at his facial expression I say, "Hey you just wait till we get to open road! Then you really get to see her in her element.". The radio turns on and a pop song I wasn't familiar with blasted through the speakers.

"So tell me about yourself. When you aren't doing agent stuff or driving your Bugatti what do you do?", Tristan asks as we drive out of the parking area. "Well, you are going to laugh at me for this but I am actually really into painting landscapes". Tristan looks at me puzzled, "I never took you to be the artsy type.". I glare at him with a scandalized expression, "Shut up! Hey I'm the one who was willing to take a bullet for you smart mouth!"

We finally reached the open roads of the middle of nowhere. "Hold on!", I scream and slam my foot down on the accelerator pedal. She roars and begins to tear down the road at breakneck speed. It's like being in a spaceship rushing past the stars, you feel like you can touch the sky, like she's going to take off. But the Bugatti hugs the ground, stays close to the dusty earth. I wind down the window and wind rips through the car, my hair whipping in the strong gusts. "Wooooooohoooooo!!! THIS IS HOW TO GET TO WORK!!!", I scream. Adrenaline courses through my veins like hot poison, consuming my brain and my heart.

We fly down the road pursued by a cloud of dust until in the distance a black building moves into view and I hit the brakes. I look over at Tristan his sandy blonde hair is ruffled and he looks slightly windswept.

"This is going to sound really childish Jess but, AGAIN! AGAIN!" Smiling I say, "Well Im glad you enjoyed it.".

I climb out the car. Tristan follows and I hit the lock button. "This is the agency," the building's entire exterior is covered in black glass " it kinda looks a bit like a beetle if you ask me always has." I continue. It's true the domed building indeed looks like a giant glittering beetle. "Well should we go inside?", he asks.

"Yes, lets."i