Page 297 of Shadowman
“It’s a helicopter,” Ren grunts. “Is it supposed to have some distinguishing feature??”
“Yes,” Hancock glares at him.
Ren blinks. “Okay, well, I didn’t know that. My bad.”
“I can’t see the pilot from here.” Luthor sighs anxiously.
“It must be ours,” Ren attempts positivity. “Tauren must’ve told him to pick us up if we were in danger…”
Luthor frowns. “How would he know we’re in danger…?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Dash grumbles. “I’m not getting in no helicopter without Kemper.”
“Attached at the dick, I’m telling you.” Ren shakes his head.
“It’s at the hip, dumbass,” Dash huffs.
“No. It’s not.” Ren smirks.
“Oh myGod,” Luthor groans, rubbing his eyes. “What do we do??”
“What if it’s Russo…?” I murmur, and they all turn to stare at me.
“Governor Russo??” Ren balks.
“Why would he be here?” Luthor stiffens.
“He was on his way,” Dash explains for me. “I guess he wanted to come see what was going on here or some shit. That’s why I let The Ivory grab me… Sort of.” He shifts and clears his throat. “He needed to show Russo that me and Byron were still here.”
“Why you?” Luthor looks at me, head cocking.
Anxiety strangles my chest as heat rushes up my neck.
Do I have to tell them the truth? Look at what happened the last time I revealed my secrets to someone…
“Does it have something to do with why you’re here too?” Dash asks curiously. “Come to think of it, I don’t know why you’re here…”
“The guy you killed for sleeping with your girlfriend?” Ren tilts his head, and I’m about to throw up. “Was he related to Russo?”
“Um…” I rub the back of my neck.
“Shit, you guys, they’re landing,” Dash panics.
Leaves crunch, and we all freeze. Our faces fling back and forth as we peer out between the trees. Footsteps are growing closer.Someoneis coming through the woods, at least two people.
We’re fucking trapped. This is it…
The helicopter is touching down on the shore, just beyond the trees we’re hiding behind. My heart is pumping aggressively, sweat breaking out on my forehead.
“Don’t move!” someone shouts.
“Fuck it,” I grunt, diving out from behind a tree.
“Byron!” Dash gasps.
“What the fuck is he doing??”
Not sure, but I’m doing it. Rushing onto the shore, in the direction of the helicopter.
