Cut and Run 5 - Armed and Dangerous

and away from the TSA.”
    “Sounds like he wants us to scramble,” Zane said, just loud enough for Cameron to discern.
    “Exactly, but I’m not sure why. We’re not on anyone’s radar. Unless he’s not telling us that either.”
    Julian hummed but didn’t comment. Cameron watched as Zane just looked at Ty, and after a long moment, Ty sniffed, shoved his phone in his pocket, and turned on his heel to head toward the rental cars. Zane turned back to him and Julian. “Ready for a ride, gentlemen?”
    “A ride? In a car? With the three of you?” Cameron asked, horrified. “To Washington, DC?” He would have sworn he saw a twinkle of humor in Zane’s eyes before the man looked away.
    Ty stomped back up to them and grabbed Julian by the elbow. “Get the lead out, Garrett,” he said to his partner. He was muttering to Julian as he dragged him away. “Come on, funny guy. I’ll show you where they keep the cavity search kits.”
    Cameron had to work hard to keep up with the three taller and longer-legged men. “Is your partner always this way?” he asked Zane.
    Zane glanced at him, and this time Cameron did see faint amusement. “No. Sometimes he’s a little excitable.”
    Cameron stared at him, trying to decide if he was joking or serious. He couldn’t tell with Zane’s dry delivery. When he looked away from Zane, Cameron nearly ran into Ty, who had stopped and turned around to wait on them. Cameron winced. The man had to be made of solid rock. Ty looked from him to Zane. “If you’re going to get friendly with the prisoners, take this one,” he told Zane, unceremoniously shoving Julian at his partner. He took Cameron’s upper arm in an iron grip and turned, pulling Cameron along with him toward the car rental desks.
    Stumbling along, Cameron looked over his shoulder at Zane and Julian. “Is this your way of getting friendly?”
    “‘He has a bomb,’ he says,” Ty parroted in answer. He kept on, taking on a comically exaggerated Irish accent. “Oh look, Mr. Rubber Glove Man, he has a bomb. Och, we missed our plane.”
    Cameron laughed as he stumbled and bumped into Ty again. “Come on, man, you’re like half a foot taller than me. Give me a break!”
    “Stop talking.”
    “You need a Valium or something,” Cameron said under his breath as he tried to hurry enough that Ty wouldn’t drag him.
    “Yes, I do. I should also be given a cigarette after what that TSA agent did to me,” Ty snapped. He looked over his shoulder to find Zane and Julian lagging behind. “Garrett!”
    Cameron watched as Zane held out a hand to his side, as if willing Ty to be patient. Neither he nor Julian looked to be in all that much of a hurry, which Cameron knew would just incense Ty more. Ty mumbled as he and Cameron came up to the rental desk. Cameron didn’t even know if what Ty was saying consisted of real words, much less English ones.
    By the time Zane and Julian joined them, the rental agent was almost finished telling Ty what models of car were available.
    Ty turned to Zane and shook his head. “I refuse to drive to DC in a compact.”
    “There’s no way we’d all get into a compact unless we lashed Cross to the roof,” Zane said. Ty looked Julian up and down.
    “They don’t even have any SUVs,” Cameron said to Julian and Zane.
    “Maybe the trunk,” Ty said.
    Cameron gave him a disbelieving look before shaking his head, and he was seized with the urge to smack Zane as the man looked to be considering it.
    Julian looked between them without comment, then rolled his eyes and looked away.
    “Seriously, Zane, I’m not driving to DC in a fucking Chevy Aveo,” Ty said after apparently dismissing the idea of stuffing Julian in the trunk.
    “Train?” Zane suggested.
    “We’d have to wait longer for that than the next plane,” Ty muttered. Then a light entered his oddly colored eyes, as if an idea had struck him. “Let’s head to the field office. Steal a truck.”
    “Borrow a truck.”
    “That’s what I said.”
    “The office is nearby. We’ll get a cab,” Zane said, taking Julian’s arm to turn him toward the door.
    “Do you two do this kind of thing often? Because you really don’t seem very good at it,” Cameron said as he resettled his bag on his shoulder.
    “Practice a little self-preservation, love,” Julian murmured.
    “Why? That’s what I’ve got you for,” Cameron said with a smile for his lover.
    “Oh, gag me with a sock,” Ty muttered as he pulled Cameron