“They finally made their escape, eh? But, they go from Black-Hawks, to Jeeps?” Kurt glanced up from the manuscript, squinting through his heavy-rimmed glasses.
Were they even prescription?
“Yes. It’s after the helicopters crashed at the edge of the Amazon, remember?”
Kurt leaned back in his chair and studied the ceiling.
“Right. Right. I sort of forgot that bit. After the fourth whiskey, things got a little…hazy.”
Sarah sighed. Maybe it wasn’t too late for nursing school.
“They’re fleeing the global pandemic.” She frowned. “What’s wrong with the Jeep?”
Sara pinched the bridge of her nose.
“Ya, can’t have yellow Jeeps down in Brazil at the edge of the rainforest. Just doesn’t make sense.”
Even a Bulleit couldn’t cure this; only a giant croc swallowing him whole.
“Kurt,” Sarah said, biting the inside of her cheek to stop herself from cursing. “I think it’s time to call it quits for the night.”
Ah, there’s yet more to this daring duos adventures. Find it here, at Mangos and Migraines