I park there, and fish a small gun from the overhead bin, then hop out.
“What are you doing?” Aurora hisses at me from the floorboard.
“Getting a new car,” I growl back and walk to the door.
I press the doorbell a couple of times until someone finally opens up and shrieks at the sight of my half-naked body.
“Jezus Christus!” a woman yells incensed, and she almost shuts the door again, but I put a foot between. “Wat wil je? Waarom ben je halfnaakt?!”
I can understand some Dutch, but not much. Something about me being half-naked, that’s for sure.
I firmly grab ahold of the door so she can’t close it. “Give me your car keys.”
“No, why the fuck would I?”
When I raise the gun, she yelps and puts her hand in the air. “Okay, okay, don’t shoot!”
She walks back slowly.
“Give me the keys. Now.”
She fishes behind the staircase in some kind of locker and throws it at me. I barely manage to catch it. “Take it. Take anything. I don’t care. Just don’t kill me, please.”
“Your phone,” I say, holding out my hand.
She sighs out loud and chucks it my way. “Fine. Take it and leave.”
“Clothes,” I bark.
“What?” she stammers.
“Your clothes!”
“Okay, okay,” she mutters, taking off her shoes and socks and throwing them my way. Next are her pink, fluffy sweater and jeans. The only thing she leaves on are her panties, but I won’t need those.
I look over my shoulder to make sure Aurora is still safe in the car.
“There, you have my clothes. Now get out,” the woman says. “Leave!”
I wasn’t planning on staying longer than needed anyway. I know she’ll call the police the second I leave the premise, but I don’t care. They’ll never find Aurora or me.
Where we’re going, no one even knows we’ll exist.
I walk toward our car and throw the woman’s clothes to Aurora. “Put these on.” Then I march to the woman’s car to unlock it.
“What’s going on? How did you get these?” Aurora asks as she puts on the pink sweater.
“Don’t ask questions you don’t wanna know,” I say, shoving the gun into the overhead bin of the new car. “Now c’mon.”
She quickly puts on her new jeans, socks, and shoes and hops out only to jump right back into the passenger’s seat of our new one.
“We can’t just take it,” she mutters as I turn on the engine.
“Yes, we can, and we will,” I growl, putting it in reverse and racing off.
The woman stares at us through her window with another phone next to her ear.
Aurora’s face goes white.