Page 27 of The Lost Soldier
Nothing. Total silence from Savanah.
Scottie walked next to her, his gaze darting around as if he were looking for Chad.
“Brett? Are you still there?”
“Yeah. What’s up?”
“They have Savanah and Scottie.”
“Get out of the view and get to the basecamp where Scottie’s men are. I’ll jump in and keep an eye on things.”
Chad walked right up to Savanah, waving his hand out across her body. His fingers burned and immediately he felt as though he would vomit. His energy depleted, and he dropped to his knees.
He glanced up and one of the North Koreans peered into his view, staring down at him. “You’re all going to die.”
CHAPTER 9
A crushingpain in Savanah’s chest squeezed her lungs, closing them off to any attempt at a deep breath. Her heart pounded erratically as the man who called himself Eun Jung shoved her through the front door of a farm house.
Scottie lunged at Jung, but the guards forcefully yanked him back.
“Stupid,” Jung yelled, ramming the butt of his gun into the back of Scottie’s head. He dropped to his knees, blood trickling down the back of his neck. When they’d been ambushed two miles down the road, Scottie had done everything possible to protect her from harm, taking a beating that left him bloody and bruised.
Savanah had tried to call out to Chad, but someone with shockingly strong, and well-developed psychic abilities had managed to block her.
“Where is the rest of your team?” Jung bent over Scottie, the muzzle of his weapon pressed against his temple.
Scottie narrowed his eyes, disgust seeping from his gaze.
“Silence will just get the girl killed.” Jung waved to one of the men on the other side of the room who stomped over to where Savanah stood.
He yanked her by the hair, shoving the nose of the rifle under her chin.
She gasped. A sharp pain radiated through her head.
Scottie let out a short breath through his nose like a bull. “Three hundred yards past the junction and access road,” he said behind gritted teeth.
“How many?” Jung asked.
She continued to try to punch through the psychic block. All she needed to do was either contact someone or remote view somewhere near Chad. He’d see her, or at the very least sense her, but each time it felt like someone reached inside her throat and ripped out her lungs in one swift motion.
“Twelve men,” Scottie said.
“When will they attack?” Jung demanded.
“One hour.”
Savanah swallowed. Scottie had lied about the time of the ambush.
“What is their goal? The Americans?”
Scottie nodded.
“Get him out of here,” Jung yelled, waving his hand.
“What about her?” Scottie asked, twisting and turning his body, trying to break free of his restraints. “What are you doing with her?”
“None of you concern,” Jung said.
