Finally free
From the rear-view mirror I saw the wall and the guardian’s car come towards us.
«Caì caiiì (Brake brakeee!)»
Unfortunately, but not even that much, Giotto couldn’t find the right pedal in time, so the van hit the guardian’s car reducing it to an accordion.
«Aaah» he yelled more and more loud and desperate, «you’re killers. My new carrr... you destroyed my carrr...»
I looked at Giotto in a less friendly way, growling (Are you deaf?). He shugged, then he gave me a naughty smile. I pushed my nose forward.
«B b a a u u... (First gear and leave slowly!)»
The van moved again. I set the steering wheel straight at best to point towards the gate. The guardian bent down to grab the shotgun but in the rush he pricked himself with the tranquillizer needle of the bullet. He went ba
