12
Upside-Down
A missile blasted out of the kid’s ex-Russian RPG-7 in a swirl of white smoke. It made up the distance before Philippe could steer us out of the way, ploughing into the front grille on the passenger side.
The impact shook the entire world, flipping the SUV into the air, one-eighty to the right. My gun fell out from my hand as I hit the roof with my back, before flying sideways into the window on the opposite side.
The SUV landed on its roof with a whumph, my ears ringing and senses numb.
I shook off the dizziness and got my bearings. The engine was dead. Me and Danby lay in a tangle on the felt lining off the roof, Philippe and the defector hanging upside down inside their belts.
The cabin filled with smoke. I coughed it out, my eyes stinging. Philippe was shouting som
