chapter twenty-nine

                                    

                                          
(6 months in)
Adrenaline rush.
That was the only phrase Bea could possibly use to describe how she was feeling right now.
The breeze was cool and refreshing, blowing the baby strands of her hair - that didn't quite make it into the ponytail - into any direction possible. The vehicle she was in viciously shook against the floor, the wheels crunching against the dirt road. Her heart hammered against her ribcage in nervousness but butterflies also swarmed in her stomach in excitement.
Her eyes flashed sideways to catch Harriet's who had a knowing smirk on her face. And with that, the dark-skinned girl quickly moved the gear stick, slamming her food harder down on the accelerator. The vehicle jolted so much that Bea had to latch onto the side of the roof for support. 
Newt, Evan and Dean were sat in the back of the car, chattering mindlessly and Bea realised this was the first time she had seen Newt genuinely happy. Maybe she had underestimated the bond between Minho and Newt. 
Her thoughts about the blonde boy came to a halt - and so did the car.
"We have arrived at your destination," Harriet announced, in a robotic voice like the one you would hear on a GPS. All three boys hopped out the vehicle, nodding a 'thank you' towards Harriet before parting ways and moving towards their hiding spots.
Harriet returned the key in the ignition, firing up the dusty vehicle again. The familiar humming came back on as she began reversing the car. Vince had suggested she ditch the car quite a while away, just incase anyone spotted it.
"You ready for this?" she asked Bea, her hand resting on the brunette girl's head rest as she made a U-turn. 
"Ready as I'll ever be," Bea chuckled in response. "Are you ready?"
"You bet your ass I am," Harriet laughed, a pure smile on her face.
They fell into a comfortable silence for a few minutes. Just the odd chirping of birds, the mechanical buzz of the car and the tyres rolling against the gravel and sand. After a few minutes of driving Harriet stopped the car, hopping out with Bea doing the same.
The black haired girl grabbed two revolvers, each of their walkie talkies, some cloth and rope from the backseat, chucking one of the guns to Bea.
"Thanks," she said, swiftly catching the revolver. The two started heading in the direction they had driven in, Harriet glancing at her watch ever few seconds. Bea glanced towards Harriet out of her peripheral vision, a small smile creeping onto her lips at the latter girl's anxious but cute facial expression. Bea was about to ask her about her mental debate when she spoke up before her.
"What if we miss the train?" she asked nervously, fiddling with the loose thread on the end of her jacket.
"We won't," Bea responded firmly.
"What if we get caught by the guards?"
"We won't."
"What if they aren't in the same carriage and it's just Minho and-"
"Harri. Stop worrying," Bea sighed, playfully glaring at the girl, "It will be fine. And if anyone goes wrong or not according to plan we will figure it out then. But that is only if it happens."
Harriet took a few deep breaths, clearing her mind of any worried thoughts before nodding. "Okay."
Once they made it to the area they were supposed to wait, they began to go over their own plan.
"So," Bea began, "When we see the berg, we follow it but stay low."
Harriet nodded, "And when it lands and the majority of the guards come out we sneak inside."