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"Pull over," you say quickly. Alia pulls the car behind some trees. "We don't have any papers. We'd never make it through the checkpoint. We'll have to go on foot from here," you finish. Alia nods.

Staying out of the soldiers' sight, the two of you make your way towards the border fence. With your AK-47 in your hands, you keep Alia covered as she climbs the fence first. She then draws her pistol and covers you while you take your turn climbing. When you are both safely over, you quickly run into the cover of some nearby brush.

You walk for a couple of hours until you come to a town. At the outskirts, you unload your AK, toss it into a clump of bushes, and toss the magazine down a groundhog hole. You keep your concealed pistols in case there's any trouble.

After talking with some locals, you hitch a ride with a Christian family on their way to Beirut. You thank them as they drop you off in the center of town.

"I can contact my boss from here and he can wire us some money," you say. "I'll give you what you need to get back to Jordan."

"Actually..." Alia begins.

"Yes?"

She suddenly gives you a long, passionate kiss on the lips. You kiss back, remembering when you were camping by the road in Syria. It seems so long ago now. When you had first expressed your bisexuality to one another. When you had considered having a quickie but decided against it.

"I'd like to stay with you and...explore a little more. If that's okay with you," she says when you finally pull apart.

"Of course it's okay, sexy," you respond.

"I've been waiting a long time to take the final step of leaving Islam and becoming an atheist," says Alia. "This seems as good a way as any. Also, I've always wondered what a bacon cheeseburger tastes like."

"They're so good. You'll love it," you promise.

You quickly get the money from the CIA and check yourselves into a luxurious hotel. The agency arranges for a special visa for Alia. "There shouldn't be any trouble getting it, right?" she asks.

"No trouble," you reply. "With your conversion, this new administration will welcome you."

While you're waiting, the two of you make passionate love to each other many times. A few days later, the visa is ready and the two of you fly to Washington DC.

As you chow down on bacon cheeseburgers and French fries at a local sports bar, you look into each other's eyes and smile.

THE END

[[Category: Escape from Syria]]