Page 120 of Dangerous Mission

But reasons for taking me are not good. Ransom would be the easiest. But the rest…

A cold shudder runs through me, making my bound hands twitch. I never thought I’d find myself bound, at the mercy of a monster again.

But here I am. And I have to keep myself together. I need to get free.

I practice controlling my breath and listening. Oblivious to me, the man’s been talking on the phone in rapidfire something that sounds kind of like Spanish, but not.

Of course, I didn’t finish my Babel course on Spanish, so maybe I just don’t know. But something tells me it’s just a little off.

Or maybe it’s me. My brain feels like it’s swimming in molasses right now.

But I don’t have to think hard to know I’m in trouble. The tape around my wrists is all the clue I need.

Without moving my head, I open my eyes a little more and scan the floorboard. I need a weapon.

Surely there’s something in here…

A bunch of SEAL’s drive this truck. There’s got to be deadly objects inside.

The driver hits a bump in the road and my body rocks on the rear seat, changing my angle enough to see something new…

Something big and black and perfect for inflicting pain.

Yes…. I grin into the darkness.

But how am I going to get it without Captain Asshole finding out?

He swerves slightly and I rock again.

Oh my god.I know! This is perfect.

The next bump he hits, I throw myself onto the floorboard, stifling my groan. He needs to think I’m still asleep.

A muttered curse comes from the front, but nothing else. We’re still driving on a rough road, and based on the sound of the rain on the roof, there’s a hell of a storm outside.

I carefully wiggle my hands up and wrap them around the MAG light. It’s heavy and cool against my palms. A machete would have been better, but this sucker has to be two feet long and weigh ten pounds.

Thank god, whoever bound my wrists did it in front.

Probably thinking I’m a weak female.Well, guess what? I might not be strong, but I’m determined.

He’s got another thing coming and it’s full of D-Cell batteries.

I wait and wait for the next rumble in the road, and when it comes, I sit up. The driver doesn’t look back. He’s still yelling at someone on the phone.

Please let this work.

I take a few seconds to clearly picture what I’m about to do. Then I realize he might wreck the truck when I knock his head off.

But this is it. This is my chance.

I lunge forward, swinging the light until it makes a satisfying thunk against his skull.

He grunts. The truck swerves. His foot mashes the gas.

Tree branches slap the sides of the truck as we rocket off the road.

Oh,Christ!

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