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Burned Spies Need Insurance Too!

My name is Bruce and my best friend was a spy, until she got burned. She can’t find a job, her credit’s shot, she’s got no house and no car; they took away everything – except what they taught her to survive. Since I used to be in the same game, we teamed up to use our skills to help the little guy and yeah, make a few bucks in the process. How else am I going to pay my temp car insurance premiums?

Why temp insurance? I gotta tell you, when your average day consists of car chases, explosions, and gunshots, well, your car pays a price. No one ever thinks of that when they’re watching those cool Jason Bourne chase scenes, though, do they? My regular insurance carrier dropped me after that first week saving the world with AJ. My agent didn’t buy my story that the bullet hole, two flat tires, blown out windshield, and missing back bumper happened in the grocery store parking lot.

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Since you can’t really save the world rocking a city bus pass, AJ and I found a cheap car that we figured a few bullet holes might actually improve – an ’83 Chevette, which I know is not the kind of car you think of when you hear “spy”. Let me just say that, in Miami, a car without air conditioning sucks; at least a couple of bullet holes would make for a nice breeze. And just because we operate like vigilantes doesn’t mean we ignore the law, that’s not what vigilantism is about! The law says you have to have car insurance, we make sure we have car insurance. But that last claim I made kind of scared off any future insurance agents, so I looked into short term options. Since the cars weren’t likely to be long term, it seemed like a good fit.

A couple days after we buy the Chevette, we’re running from this gunrunner whose favorite hobby is terrorizing single moms who might testify against him. He’s got us trapped in a parking garage and I’m thinking curtains, right? I mean, how are we going to get out of this one? There’s like a half a dozen two-ton SUVs waiting for us, all of them heavily armed, and here we are in a Chevette! I’ve had lunchboxes bigger than this car. But, here’s where the expendability of your car can come in handy when you’re saving the world and whatnot, not to mention the full-on crazy of one burned spy. AJ’s face breaks into that smile I’ve learned to fear and the next thing I know, we’re flying through the garage and down the exit ramp and we’ve plowed our way through two big honkin’ black Escalades. Black streaks now decorate the Chevette’s driver and passenger doors, the side mirrors are only a memory, and AJ makes a two-wheeled right turn onto Jackson, right as the cops close in on the SUVs.

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