Page 223 of Chaos has a Name
Now, Callen’s fingers were crossed that the person behind this had their DNA on file. If not, it wouldn’t matter what was on the arrows.
They’d never get all of the Natives on the rez swabbed and tested.
Never.
All around them, everyone hauled ass.
From where he stood, Ethan was trying to help his wife, wherever she was.
He was also praying.
Again.
There seemed to be a lot of that going on today.
Timothy! You can’t have her yet. Please just bring her back alive. Please.
Raphael chimed Gryphen’s phone in order to get an update on what they were seeing in the trees.
When the only bodyguard on the scene tapped his vest, the Archangel’s voice came over the com.
And they could all hear him.
Everyone held their breath, hoping it was good news, and not the worst-case scenario.
“There’s no sign of her. We found drag marks, and then, nothing. We think she was carried after that. We are coming back. We need to get some equipment to use so that we can track her.”
Callen was serious.
“Let us go help! Ethan and I can track her. We can…,” he began, but was stopped.
“No,” Raphael said. “We don’t know if whoever grabbed her is still here. None of them move. We aren’t playing. This is our job, and we’re good at it. It’s just going to take some time.”
God.
Damn.
It.
That didn’t make the family happy. They didn’t know how much time they had before this lunatic was having a snack.
Know what else pissed them off?
As predicted, and with the worst timing known to mankind, the heavens opened, and the rain began pouring down in a heavy torrential downpour.
Perfect.
This fucked them good, and they knew it.
All around them, the techs tried to protect the scene with the tarps that they had brought with them. Tony was shoving bones into body bags as quickly as he could.
It was a scramble to save as much evidence from the bad weather.
As they worked, the men in Elizabeth’s life just stood there not sure what they could do to help. They felt lost, and that wasn’t helpful.
When Michael, Raphael, and Ivan came back into the clearing, they were dripping wet.
“We need to get our bearings,” Ivan said. “We don’t play on this side of the reservation. As soon as this monsoon passes, we’ll get tech here and go back in.”
