Page 10 of Delta Mission
“I’m sorry.” His voice was a brittle croak.
Frowning, I peered into his glistening eyes. “You don’t have to be sorry. This is not—"
“You were right, Makenna.” He sucked in a wet breath.
“Hey, stop this. We’re going to get out of this.”
He swallowed, and it sounded painful. “Make sure you get those bastards.”
Blood oozed through my fingers. “I will. I promise.”
A red bubble spilled from his lips and dribbled down his chin. He blinked, and I leaned closer.
“You’re a good agent, Makenna. Better than me. Please tell my parents—” He choked and jerked beneath me.
“I’ll tell them you love them, Lyle. I promise.” A sob caught in my throat.
“No.” He glared at me. “Tell them I was a hero.”
Tears flooded my vision. “Of course I will. But you hang in there. Channing’s team will save us, you watch.”
I peered out the open doorway. “Help! Please! Channing.”
Where the hell is he?
Lyle groaned.
“They’re coming, I can hear them,” I lied.
Lyle smiled, released a big sigh, closed his eyes and his head rolled sideways.
“No!” Tears spilled down my cheeks as I rocked Lyle in my lap.
No. No. No!
The squeaking sound that had triggered the chaos earlier returned outside. Releasing Lyle, I wriggled out from beneath him and wiped my bloody hands onto a cushion. Sucking in a shaky breath, I snatched my gun from the floor, shuffled to below the window, and inched up to look outside.
The squeak was the wheel on a kid’s tricycle as a boy rode past Trent’s lifeless body. It was like one of those gut-wrenching scenes in a National Geographic Magazine. Only this was happening right now.
Resisting the urge to look at Lyle’s bloody body, I sucked in deep breaths. I couldn’t believe it. He was dead because of me. I’d begged him to approve this mission.
A gunfight continued further down the village and the chaos took me back to Colombia, where I had been certain I was going to die.
I didn't die then, and I sure as hell was not dying now.
My mind split three ways.
What do I do with Lyle and Trent’s bodies?
Where the hell is Channing? And his team?
And what’s beneath that trapdoor?
An explosion jolted me from the chaos crashing through my mind. Clutching my weapon, I forced my brain to make a plan.
But a tremendous roar thundered outside. Fear scraped through me as I imagined a thousand horses galloping toward me.
They probably were.
