Il fiato caldo condensa nel freddo gelido del mattino, il sudore appiccica i vestiti sotto i giubbotti pesanti per lo sforzo. Greg arranca nella neve portando sulle spalle il corpo esanime di Lina, seguito Joe and Yuri, each with lots of swag. The young driver was right. The Sterling-girl was no longer in the room with the money, it was a massacre committed Rudy. And for Jerry there was nothing to do, impallinato unintentionally by Greg.
- What ... What are they? - Yuri asks suddenly, after having turned around to check that it is not pursued.
In the distance, shrouded in mist, shabby men dragging their feet in the snow, slow but inexorable. Joe holds a retching, recalling his arm popped out of the ground in the cemetery. Dead? Possible? What it is, what it is capable of Sterling that demon? Joe would not have to believe what he sees, because it is against all logic, why is losing his mind to all of them. And if it was a nightmare? It 's so, by force, and tomorrow will be Christmas ...
- Do not stop! Shit, come on! The rover is not far! - Greg screaming, mad with terror.
The medium is the place where they left off. Joe wasted no time, open the hood and replace the belt, while Greg Lina lies in the back seat. Then the ex-miner pointed his gun, ready to defend your position. The lens shapes of men, the howling of dogs are lost in the mist, far away.
- Hurry! - Greg barks, although it seems that no one is chasing more.
- Più di così non so che fare! - ribatte stizzito Joe.
Yuri continua a tacere. Sono ore che non dice una parola, da quando Lina è stata ferita. Chiuso nel suo silenzio, il russo si limita ad osservare.
- Accendi! - dice Joe, facendo cenno a Greg. L'ex-minatore monta come un fulmine sul fuoristrada. Dopo un paio lamenti incerti, il motore si avvia, riempiendo l'aria dell'odore del gasolio. La salvezza è vicina.
Greg rallenta e si ferma a lato della carreggiata: - Bene, siamo a poche centinaia di metri dalla frontiera.
Sono le prime parole da quando hanno lasciato Brumhill. Nessuno ha parlato durante il tragitto, nessun vorrebbe credere a ciò che è happened.
Greg has covered only secondary roads. Accomplices climatic conditions, have not found any difficulties or police to stop them.
But now cross the border is another story. On the bridge that crosses the Mississippi and there are police checkpoints.
Joe takes the bags and divide the booty in roughly four parts: - Well, we're to the point. Enter the four-wheel stolen in Iowa it's crazy.
Then take her share of swag.
- will reach the river walk through the fields, then, somehow, through it. You Greg, what do you mean?
Greg decided it shows: - I'm coming with you.
- And you Yuri? - asks Joe.
Madronich not responding. He glances from friends, money, Lina. Apparently not being able to decide.
Joe takes the keys of the car and launched Yuri: - Listen, Russian, do whatever you like, I do not care. If you want leads Lina to the hospital, if you want to beat it alone when you go back a bit 'of salt ... We also wanting to earn twice the loot ...
Madronich sits in the back seat of the SUV, while his companions leave. Each in his own way, so ...
Yuri is left alone with himself at length, as if time had stopped. His thoughts run. Only the bitter cold that faces the carrier brings him back to reality.
Quanti minuti sono passati? Il respiro di Lina è debole ormai.
Yuri afferra la sua parte di refurtiva e apre la portiera.
- Mi dispiace. Addio...
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