LOL I'm bad at this. LOL what can I say work and all that gives me ideas that's how boring it is. Actually this one was going to be part of that last chapter but I didn't want it to be uber long. (If any of you guys have been playing Among Thieves I point out that I had this idea before I played the game I haven't stolen it)

(Also I blame you guys your awesome reviews keep inspiring to write more for ya)

Canvas Brawl

Dropping the radio Nate turned back towards the canvas at the back and sighed.

"Looks like I'm going to have to do this the hard way..."

Behind him the small glass window slid open silently and the guard who had called in to Ashien squeezed through the gap trying to be as silent as he could. In front of him he could see Nathan looking out through the canvas. Inching forward the guard finally pulled his legs through and stood.

The first thing Drake knew of his new companion was the hard barrel of a gun being stuck into the small of his back.

"Put your hands up asshole, slowly."

Annoyed at being snuck up on so easily Nate did so; he felt the weight behind the gun shift slightly as the other reached for the weapon stuck into his belt. Without warning Nate suddenly swivelled, taking the guard by surprise. He lashed out with a solid punch catching the other on the side of the head.

The man stumbled backwards dropping his own weapon as he reflexively raised his hands. At that moment the vehicle gave a lurch as it skidded over a particularly icy patch, sending Nate sprawling forwards into the other swearing as he did.

As Nate was tipped towards him the other rolled to the side and regained his footing so that he was now standing behind Nate. Moving quickly forward he roughly grabbed Nate's arms pulling them behind the American's back.

With nothing else do to Drake threw himself backwards the pair of them toppling to the floor the guard on the bottom. Pulling his arms free he rolled to his feet and stumbled once again as something slammed into the side of the truck.

"What the hell!?"

He tripped over one of the downed guards crashing into the side of the truck as something hit the vehicle again. Through the open window that led into the cab he could hear the driver yelling into the radio about someone being crazy, just as another violent crash sent him tumbling to the floor.

"Ahh shit why does this crap always happen to me!"

Crawling to the side, he glanced out through a rip in the canvas and saw the other truck sidled up beside his own. Even as he watched it lurched sideways slamming into his vehicle again.

He knew if he tried to get into the cab he would be shot as soon as he stuck his head through, which left him with his previous plan, climbing out and onto the roof which was going to be infinitely more difficult considering the other truck was intent on ramming them.

Swallowing he moved to the back and pulled open the canvas once again.

"Ok ok…here we go. Oh crap please don't let me die."

Climbing out he gripped the outside struts and hauled himself upwards, moving as fast as he could around to the side of the vehicle. The wind tore at his body threatening to strip him from the truck, and the rushing snow blew relentlessly into his face almost blinding him.

Even so he managed to cling on and haul himself up onto the roof, almost immediately a kick to the face sent him tumbling backwards, and despite the pain and the shock he managed to grab once more onto the side of the speeding vehicle.

He could feel a trickle of blood running down from his lip, wincing he glanced up and found himself staring into the cold dark eyes of Ashien, who despite the swaying of the truck was keeping his balance almost as though they were not moving at all.

Smiling coldly the Spaniard raised a foot and brought it down on one of Drake's hands. Nate yelped and let go now hanging precariously be one hand.

"I told Gregorio we should have just killed you."

The man looked down at him, unable to do much else Nate just hung there, desperately trying to keep his grip on the canvas."

"Ahh yes, I believe he forgot to mention, you asked why we are interested in the girl yes?"

"Nate blinked.

"Lia?"

"Yes, you didn't know she works for us did you Mr Drake?"

Nate felt a cold chill run through him that had nothing to do with the wind.

"You're lying."

He reached upwards trying to haul himself onto the truck, only to be forced back again. Knowing he had only once chance he slowly reached for one of the guns tucked into his belt.

"I speak the truth, she's been working for us all along, how do you think we knew where to find the ice cavern?"

Nate growled, he could feel his precarious grip slipping.

"Shit shit shit!"

Above him Ashien placed his foot over Drake's other hand.

"To bad you won't get to take it up with her, Goodbye Drake."

Two things happened at once; Ashien raised his foot to stamp on Nate's fingers as Drake pulled the gun free and raised it firing off several shots. All missed saved one that blasted into the Spaniards arm.

The other lost his balance as he doubled over clasping his hand over the wound. Nate hauled himself up as quickly as he could just as Ashien started towards him an ugly snarl on his face.

Nate threw a punch only to have it blocked and then he was the one doubling up in pain as Ashien launched an attack of his own. Shuffling backwards, Nate's mind was racing furiously. As Ashien moved towards him one more, Nate kicked out with a foot; the other anticipated the move and grabbed Nate's leg, viciously twisting it.

Pushing forwards he forced Drake onto his back, still holding the others leg, grinning madly he pulled out his own weapon and pointed it at Nate's head. At this distance it would split his skull apart.

"So any last words asshole?"

Nate swallowed as the safety was thumbed off. He could think off a dozen things he wanted to say to this guy but what would be the point instead he grinned.

"Go to hell."

Ashien's finger tightened on the trigger. Just as the truck skidded violently sending the man sprawling, he stumbled to the side teetered on the edge for a moment arms pin wheeling wildly and then with an animalistic cry he was gone.

Nate lay still for a moment breathing deeply feeling the twinges of pain from his face, chest and legs.

"This time you had better stay dead!"

END