Victor pulls up to the tarmac where a private jet is waiting.
We all hop out of the car, Victor helping me get Adrian out.
The pilot steps out, confusion written across his face.
"Did you get the papers?" he asks, looking between us.
"We're leaving now," Victor says, his tone firm. "Fuck the papers."
The pilot hesitates, his eyes flicking to Adrian, to the blood soaking through the bandages.
"Okay, boss," the pilot says and steps aside.
We climb the stairs, and the moment we're inside, the pilot seals the door. We move Adrian to a seat and set him down just as the engines roar to life. I sit down beside him as the jet starts moving.
In the distance, we hear sirens and just look at one another.
The pilot yells back to us, "They are telling me to turn off the engine."
Victor walks toward the front of the plane.
"Go. I'll deal with whatever happens. My brother's life is at stake here," he says.
The pilot says something into the radio and the engines grow louder and then we really start moving.
The plane lifts off and Victor grabs onto the seat as he reaches for the first aid kit from a side compartment.
He staggers back to us and takes the seat across from Adrian and me and hands me the kit.
I open it like I know what I am doing and rummage through it.
The plane makes a sharp turn and the kit goes flying onto the ground, its contents spilling everywhere.
"Shit," I yell and dive to the floor collecting them.
The plane levels out and Victor bends down to help.
"Let's get his jacket off to take a look," he says.
We get it off and then Victor peels back the blood soaked rags.
Adrian's shoulder doesn't look too good. The bullet tore through muscle and tissue, leaving a jagged, gaping wound.
My stomach twists, but I force myself to watch as Victor cleans it, because I want to be able to do it next time.
"You're lucky," Victor says. "Missed the bone and artery."
"Oh great, it feels real lucky," Adrian says.
Victor laughs. "At least the bullet didn't take your humor," he says and starts wrapping a fresh bandage around the wound.
He then looks at me. "Just like that, okay? You wrap his bicep now," he says and hands me the bandages.
I'm scared but I take it and shift in front of Adrian as Victor steps aside.
"Ah, a much better view now," Adrian says.
I'm too focused to acknowledge him and I just mimic what Victor did.