BigSaltyDog

  All Aboard the Fastest Spanish Train Chapter 3 – Flirtation at 312 km/h The AVE was a silver bullet slicing through the Spanish countryside, sunflowers blurring into streaks of yellow outside the windows. Inside, panic was spreading faster than the train itself. Sgt. Salty and Sarah crouched behind the service trolley in carriage four, peeking through the gap. Whining Cole had moved further down the aisle, still guarding that briefcase like it contained the last ticket to paradise. Passengers were whispering, glancing nervously at the speed display. “Alright,” Salty murmured, “here’s the plan — I’ll distract Cole, you slip past and get to carriage five. Winky’s waiting to open the roof hatch.” Sarah raised an eyebrow, lips curling into a dangerous smile. “Distract him? You mean like you distracted those guards in Istanbul by pretending to be a perfume salesman?” Salty smirked. “Worked, didn’t it? You still remember my ‘Eau de Danger’ pitch.” She leaned closer, her perfume ...