Chapter Five:
Jen had held the accelerator to the floor the entire ride to the Chinese Head Quarters, hoping neither of them got shot. She did not need another 7.62 mm round in her arse cheek for Fiona to sadistically pull out. She was still cringing at the thought of the feeling of the stupid tweezers she had-
BOOM.
A round from a tank shell nearly collided with them. She looked in the rear view mirror, and her eyes went wide. "Shit, shit shit...they've sent in the Calvary." She exclaimed, gassing the truck even more, the engine roaring in protest. They were being chased into Chinese Territory, however, lucky for them, the Chinese were right there, fighting back, letting the mercenaries go through.
"So, think they're gonna let us in?" Eva asked from the back seat.
"They like me." Jen chuckled.
"Aye, who wouldn't?" Ewan smirked.
"Shut up Irish." Jen hissed as she pulled up to the old castle. She got out in a hurry and walked up to the stairs, getting nods from the soldiers standing around. She was let in, and of course, like always, Peng was sitting at his desk.
"Mui! I didn't expect to see you here after getting Solano." He exclaimed, standing up slowly.
"Well, we uh…have a bit of a problem."
"Oh?"
"Well, we got ridiculously drunk last night, and Chris and Mattias took a tank to the AN HQ and well, blew it to hell and back."
"So I have heard. I spared you the men back there when I heard them talking over the radio." He stepped closer to the Brit. "You owe me Mui…"
"What can I do for you?"
"Oh I think you know…" Peng looked into Mui's now widened eyes. She knew what he meant and she bit her lip.
"And if I don't?"
"Then I'll make you leave with no protection and you can fight the AN's pissed off troops for yourselves."
"Right…" She paused, looking at the floor. This wasn't so bad, besides, she was used to doing whatever had to be done to negotiate before. Well, time to bite the bullet…
Jennifer walked back out, feeling like she was going to be sick to her stomach as she approached the others who were leaning on the fence, watching the troops exercise.
"Let's go." She said coldly, her eyes distant. Chris fell into step with her.
"You okay?"
"I'm fine."
"You sure?"
"Just shut up and get in the truck."
"Aye, what'd ya have to do?" Ewan asked curiously on her other side.
"Nothing."
"Aw come on, what'd ya do to the old bastard?"
"NOTHING EWAN." She shouted, grabbing him by the collar, throwing him back over the fence, glaring into his eyes. "And if you ask again…"
"Would it be bad if I said this was turnin' me on?"
"Ugh!" She grunted, throwing him down to the ground behind the fence before she got into the truck. Their best bet was to head home, seeing as they still couldn't find Fiona. Ewan scrambled into the back seat, rubbing his neck.
"Where we headed now?" Eva asked, glaring at the Irishman.
"Home. If Fiona hasn't already been at home all this time, then I don't know, but she can fend for her god damn self."