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.“Okay, let’s get to work,” Sonny sighed, leaping out of the driver’s seat.He marched over to the big red sets of drawers, holding assortments of tools and picked out the ones he needed.Leticia stood next to Trey with her arms folded across her chest.Sonny set the selected tools down on a work bench beside the front of the Thunderbird.“Come on, open up the hood again, will ya?” Sonny called, as he searched through the racks and shelves containing various spare vehicle parts.Trey moved towards the Thunderbird hood but Leticia grabbed his arm as he walked by.She quickly glanced at Sonny, who was searching through a cardboard box on one of the shelves fixed to the rear wall.“We need to do something,” Leticia whispered, leaning close to Trey.“He’s going to kill us if we don’t escape.”Trey nodded.“We’ll be okay, I promise,” he muttered.“Hurry it up, Sweetheart.Open the god damn hood,” Sonny shouted across the garage.Trey reached down and briefly squeezed Leticia’s hand.He forced a smile before moving to the front of the car and opening the hood.Leticia shuffled alongside him and he realized she was still terrified.“Out of the way, give me some room,” Sonny demanded, as he barged his way between Trey and Leticia with a bunch of black rubber hoses in his hands.Trey glanced at Sonny and noticed both butts of the handguns protruded from the front of his waistband.He thought about going for one of the firearms but again he decided against it.He didn’t want to rile the guy and any botched escape attempt would end badly for him and Leticia.“Stand over there and let me work,” Sonny instructed, gesturing to the side wall of the workshop.Trey and Leticia shuffled to the wall and leaned against the concrete blocks.Trey wanted a cigarette but remembered Mancini had the only pack.Sonny muttered and cussed under his breath as he fiddled around inside the engine compartment.He tossed several split hoses onto the ground beside the front of the car.Leticia motioned with her head towards the large sliding door.Trey interpreted her signal as a gesture to make a run for it.He glanced at the doors but knew they’d never get them open in time and Sonny could aim and shoot at them before they even reached the exit.Maybe Sonny wouldn’t kill them after he’d fixed the Thunderbird, Trey thought.Maybe he’d need them as a kind of shield.Sonny could obviously use a handgun and perhaps he’d keep them safe from the gangs of infected people roaming the whole of the Baja Peninsula.He and Leticia might even be onto a good thing.The noise of something banging against the sliding doors jolted Trey from his inner thoughts.Leticia emitted a single shrill screech at the thumping sound.Sonny looked up from the engine compartment with a concerned expression on his face.“Quiet, you all,” he hissed.The three of them stood in tension filled silence, waiting to hear if the sound returned.Leticia gasped in shock when a hand smacked against the front door window.They saw a figure looming against the other side of the glass.“Stay still,” Sonny whispered.“With any luck, it’ll go away real soon.”“How far are you from getting done, man?” Trey whispered in return.Sonny didn’t reply.He returned a grimace and flapped his hand, indicating for Trey to be silent.They heard a long moan from outside then several more thumps across the sliding door.Leticia whimpered and Trey wrapped his arms around her.He looked over to Sonny, who gave him a nod of acknowledgement before he returned to work furiously on the engine.The sliding door rattled in its frame and the hinges creaked.More thumping and banging continued on the outside panels and Sonny glanced up from the engine.“You did bolt that sliding door, didn’t you?” he whispered to Trey.Trey briskly nodded.“Do they know we’re in here?”“I don’t think so,” Sonny whispered.“They can probably just smell the T-Bird engine.”Trey ushered Leticia deeper into the garage so they stood against the back wall.He leaned forward to get a peek inside the engine.“I’m nearly there,” Sonny hissed.“A couple more hoses and I’m done.I just hope the damn water pump still works or we’re screwed.It still looks okay [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.“Okay, let’s get to work,” Sonny sighed, leaping out of the driver’s seat.He marched over to the big red sets of drawers, holding assortments of tools and picked out the ones he needed.Leticia stood next to Trey with her arms folded across her chest.Sonny set the selected tools down on a work bench beside the front of the Thunderbird.“Come on, open up the hood again, will ya?” Sonny called, as he searched through the racks and shelves containing various spare vehicle parts.Trey moved towards the Thunderbird hood but Leticia grabbed his arm as he walked by.She quickly glanced at Sonny, who was searching through a cardboard box on one of the shelves fixed to the rear wall.“We need to do something,” Leticia whispered, leaning close to Trey.“He’s going to kill us if we don’t escape.”Trey nodded.“We’ll be okay, I promise,” he muttered.“Hurry it up, Sweetheart.Open the god damn hood,” Sonny shouted across the garage.Trey reached down and briefly squeezed Leticia’s hand.He forced a smile before moving to the front of the car and opening the hood.Leticia shuffled alongside him and he realized she was still terrified.“Out of the way, give me some room,” Sonny demanded, as he barged his way between Trey and Leticia with a bunch of black rubber hoses in his hands.Trey glanced at Sonny and noticed both butts of the handguns protruded from the front of his waistband.He thought about going for one of the firearms but again he decided against it.He didn’t want to rile the guy and any botched escape attempt would end badly for him and Leticia.“Stand over there and let me work,” Sonny instructed, gesturing to the side wall of the workshop.Trey and Leticia shuffled to the wall and leaned against the concrete blocks.Trey wanted a cigarette but remembered Mancini had the only pack.Sonny muttered and cussed under his breath as he fiddled around inside the engine compartment.He tossed several split hoses onto the ground beside the front of the car.Leticia motioned with her head towards the large sliding door.Trey interpreted her signal as a gesture to make a run for it.He glanced at the doors but knew they’d never get them open in time and Sonny could aim and shoot at them before they even reached the exit.Maybe Sonny wouldn’t kill them after he’d fixed the Thunderbird, Trey thought.Maybe he’d need them as a kind of shield.Sonny could obviously use a handgun and perhaps he’d keep them safe from the gangs of infected people roaming the whole of the Baja Peninsula.He and Leticia might even be onto a good thing.The noise of something banging against the sliding doors jolted Trey from his inner thoughts.Leticia emitted a single shrill screech at the thumping sound.Sonny looked up from the engine compartment with a concerned expression on his face.“Quiet, you all,” he hissed.The three of them stood in tension filled silence, waiting to hear if the sound returned.Leticia gasped in shock when a hand smacked against the front door window.They saw a figure looming against the other side of the glass.“Stay still,” Sonny whispered.“With any luck, it’ll go away real soon.”“How far are you from getting done, man?” Trey whispered in return.Sonny didn’t reply.He returned a grimace and flapped his hand, indicating for Trey to be silent.They heard a long moan from outside then several more thumps across the sliding door.Leticia whimpered and Trey wrapped his arms around her.He looked over to Sonny, who gave him a nod of acknowledgement before he returned to work furiously on the engine.The sliding door rattled in its frame and the hinges creaked.More thumping and banging continued on the outside panels and Sonny glanced up from the engine.“You did bolt that sliding door, didn’t you?” he whispered to Trey.Trey briskly nodded.“Do they know we’re in here?”“I don’t think so,” Sonny whispered.“They can probably just smell the T-Bird engine.”Trey ushered Leticia deeper into the garage so they stood against the back wall.He leaned forward to get a peek inside the engine.“I’m nearly there,” Sonny hissed.“A couple more hoses and I’m done.I just hope the damn water pump still works or we’re screwed.It still looks okay [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]