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The X5 lurched around a roundabout, the inertia caused Sam to slide across the back seat and hit his head on the rear passenger door. He swore under his breath.
“Le Havre airport,” Asag announced in a thunderous voice, making Sam jump. “Not long now and we will be heading to Portugal. From there, we will change to a slightly larger craft and hop across to South America.” He sounded almost chipper, as if he was taking Sam on the trip of a lifetime and he was the tour guide.
“I'm not sure my travel jabs are up to date,” Sam quipped, his body cramped uncomfortably against the back door of the 4x4. The post-curfew darkness gave way to bright lights, the sudden illumination making Sam squint. The vehicle mounted a couple of speed humps, faster than necessary. Even with the 4x4's big ty
