Comprende?I scoffed at his arrogance. I reckoned he didn’t think a woman could handle herself. Or maybe, he felt he was the better man for the position because he’d fought in the Middle East. “Okay, Commander!” I saluted, snappy. “Whatever you say.”
“Bien! I’ll drive first,” he barked. “I know how to navigate around all the potholes on the backroad. When we get out on the paved highway, you take the wheel. I’ll take watch and handle the bombs.”
BienThe reality of the peril we were about to encroach upon was starting to sink in. I took a deep nervous breath and exhaled. “Okay, let’s get rolling.” I climbed in the passenger’s seat and buckled up, clenching the grab bar and grinding my teeth.
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Once we neared the outskirts of the city, I took over the wheel.
As we slowly rolled into
