Page 67 of Timeless

The gates to the shipping yard were open. Because they were still fucking here. I came to a stop when there were three ways to go. All to different spots of the dock. If I took the wrong turn, I would never be able to forgive myself.

I cleared my head of my panicked thoughts. I needed to think logically. Where would they set up?

The boys came to a stop beside me.

“We should split up,” Tyler yelled over our engines.

“Nope. It will be a squad. If we are going to put up a fight, we will need all of us. One or two of us won’t have a fucking chance,” Cole yelled. “We need a fucking sign or something!”

Three ways. And right now, minutes were ticking down. Every second that passed was fucking important.

Her execution was at three, and there was three ways to go. The irony that fate was doing this to me, wasn’t wasted.

Okay. I looked the three ways. Right. Left. Straight ahead.

“It will be near a shed.” Troy was scanning the options like me. “They will want cover.”

“No, they won’t. They aren’t counting on a confrontation. Amber’s gone to them willingly,” Cole put in. “We need to think like Amber.”

Think like Amber. She wouldn’t have picked the spot. They did. We had to think like them.

Adam pulled up beside me.

“Amber could be fucking anywhere here! They could be executing her anywhere!” Tyler revved his engine. “We have to spilt up. It’s three!”

“The moon,” Adam said suddenly. “The fucking moon!”

He was saying that like we should understand what he was talking about. I sure as fuck had no idea what he meant.

Adam didn’t answer, his eyes were in the sky and he took off straight ahead.

I didn’t second guess him. I took off after him. The weight of this decision was going to live with us for the rest of our lives.

The boys were behind me, Adam was in front. I think this was the first time ever he had been in front of me in our whole life. He always rode behind. But I didn’t care about respect and not following formation.

I was putting all my faith in him right now. I was counting on his unexplainable relationship with Amber to draw him to her.

He rounded the corner, and I was right behind him. He had clearly spotted something I hadn’t yet and he had his gun out. He swayed out of my way and I spotted Amber’s car.

She was here. I killed the bike; it had gotten me here but I knew it would never go again. I jumped off it as it was still slowing down, sliding it on its side, confirming its death. I stumbled to the ground and then I was up. I pulled the gun from my holster. Head shots. Hadn’t fucking made one in six years. I was used to killing men with my bare hands.

But right now, I was counting on my ability with a gun to still be there. Just like I expected, a squad. They were turning around. I’m guessing the sound of the motorcycles caught their attention.

I had to keep their attention and bullets on me. Amber’s life depended on me acting quickly. Right now.

I raised my gun, and I started taking head shots. I didn’t have extra ammo on me. I’d left with two guns.

The men started firing back. I had no idea where Amber was. Head shot after head shot.

I walked toward them like I was fucking bulletproof. Head shot after head shot.

They were dropping but they were also firing back. I felt a bullet go through my upper arm. But it didn’t stop my death grip on my gun as I approached them. Both hands were still wrapped around the gun, and it was going to take more than one bullet through my arm to stop me.

I took another head shot. Lined up the next and then my gun clicked back. I dropped the gun that was now empty and grabbed the other one in my holster in a fluid movement.

Then bodies started dropping that I wasn’t firing at. Looks like the boys were right behind me.

I still couldn’t spot Amber. They weren’t in a circle anymore; she would have had to be in the center of that circle so where the fuck was she?

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