Our Cuban holiday came to an end, but not
without a little bit of excitement along the way. But then, since we’re
Runners, that’s probably to be expected. Our very nature is about performing
illegal acts for profit, so it’s rare that life is dull.
Bur for a week, at least, it had been nice
and relaxing. I had been playing the part of the wealthy upper-end tourist,
staying at the best resorts, relaxing on the best beaches and eating real meat
and seafood at some pretty nice restaurants. Either that or hanging out with
Tyler on his yacht, so you know... Shortcut had been off at the former US Navy
golf course at Guantanamo Bay, which is apparently the cheapest and least
touristy one on the island. Also it features extra hazards in the form of
unexploded mines, so yeah.
And Freddie had managed to get into a race,
because he’s Freddie. He pitted our rental ’55 Chevrolet against a massive
Cadillac driven by a greasy local. And then Shortcut entered his golf cart just
to be sure. Even though he was racing without the benefit of his Vehicle
Control Rig or being able to jump in or anything else like that, Freddie still
managed to smoke the guy. He’s just that good. And while Shortcut did come
last, he didn’t do that badly by comparison.
