But the A-type boy smiles confidently.
"Gabi, can you stop near one of the power poles near the road?" He looks like he has some kind of plan in mind.
"Kid, this better be a good plan you have in mind!" says Gabi, hitting the brakes so hard that I almost fly out the window. My luck was that the boy catches me.Not so lucky is that he is giving me another cheeky smile.
We stop right in front of one of the pillars and all of us get out of the car, using it as a shield against the bullets that had already begun to fly. Now it's time to see why Type A subjects are Type A subjects.
The black cars, because some more had appeared since then, had stopped a few meters behind us. The boy sticks his hands on the cold metal of the pole and takes a deep breath, while bullets fly all around him. F
