Nasiriyya – HishamA series of bumps suddenly woke the big guy, who was slumped in the passenger seat. The big meal at the restaurant and the relaxation that had overwhelmed him after the adrenaline rush of the shoot-out, had literally made him collapse, but now something was disturbing his sleep.
"Can you stop making this car jump around like a lame kangaroo?"
"Didn't you fill up last night?" replied the thin guy who was driving.
“Yes, of course! Why?"
“Because we’ve run out of petrol.”
“What are you talking about? That’s impossible.”
"Oh, is it? See for yourself.”
The fuel indicator was pointing way over to the left of the empty mark and a solid red light confirmed the truth.
They managed to cover another hundred metres or so until the car, with one last shudder, stalled completel
