The Bodyguard -Brittana Fanfic

Chapter 23

Brittany laid flat under her car hoping Beiste would show up with the cavalry any minute, but was slowly realizing she may not have the time to wait and she had no idea if Santana was safe or where she was, she needed to figure out a plan, she needed to get to Santana.

Looking around she looked for a way out, she had no idea if either of the gunman were still at their posts, but she had to assume they were.

She wondered if any of the drivers of the vans were stupid enough to leave their keys in the ignition, it was a pretty high adrenalin moment and she knew under adrenalin it was easy to make simple mistakes.

Sliding along the ground she eased herself out between the front of her car, the van in front of hers and the van that slammed into her side of the car, her position offering the best cover from both gunmen.

Staying low she hoped she could avoid drawing attention to herself, at least until she was able to check both of the vehicles closest to her, as unlikely as that was.

Easing herself forward, listening to the silence around her for even the tiniest noises, namely a Beiste lead cavalry or, she hoped not, the cock of a pistol.

She rolled under the open door of the van, on the driver's side, which was the most heavily covered from gunfire of all the open doors of the vans, easing herself up, she saw there were no keys in the driver's side or on the floor, looking around the cab from her spot on the ground, she couldn't see anything of use.

She was about to slide herself into the cab to look further when bullets started flying again, the person with the automatic shattered the glass of the cab as Brittany dived back onto the ground and under her car, cursing as she rolled heavily on her stitches which were under incredible pressure, she wasn't sure they would hold out much longer.

The gun fire continued along the van to her left and on the roof of her car, before attempting to get her from the right side of her car again with a lucky stray bullet.

Brittany knew she had been under the cars for at least three minutes, she kept a close watch on her wrist watch, usually detonators were wired to explode at an uneven number, so now she knew it wasn't three minutes she had to hope and assume it was five, if indeed that was their plan.

As the firing stopped again, she pulled herself along the ground to the car that slammed into the front of hers, knowing this was probably her last hope, she slid herself beneath its cab and slowly pulled herself along to the passenger side.

Putting her hand up slowly Brittany reached for the door handle from underneath the van, hoping against hope that the door was unlocked.

Letting out the breath she had been holding as the door clicked open she quickly pulled it open enough for her to slide onto the floor of the passenger side and pulled the door closed quickly behind her.

Waiting a second for the gunman to start firing again, when it didn't she sighed in a little bit of relief, pulling herself up and over the gear box to the driver's side and onto the floor amongst the pedals, her head hitting something which jangled and she thanked whatever gods were out there that they had left the keys in the ignition.

For the first time she wished she had learnt how to hotwire a car, if she got out of this she was going to put it on the list of things she wanted to learn to do before, above surfing.

Reaching her hand up she turned the keys in the ignition, the van screamed to life, she quickly put the car into reverse and held the steering wheel straight, Brittany pushed the accelerator down fully as bullets shattered the windscreen above her.

Glass fell across her face and she closed her eyes quickly, as a piece of glass grazed along the bridge of her nose, she felt blood start to trickle down her forehead. The blood fell in her eyes and glass settled in her hair, not giving the pain a second thought, she kept to her task, her mind seeking Santana's smiling face in her memory, she needed to get to her, to keep her safe.