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“Understood,” Sparrow told him coldly.
“I can give you maybe an hour before I have to follow this lead.”
“How close are you to where that tracker is?” she asked.
“An hour, give or take. It appears to be moving away from my location, so that might give you more time.”
“Do you think they are headed here?”
“I would assume, but I can’t say for sure. I can’t even say if it is your brother that they have.”
“Thanks. We’ll be gone long before you catch up to them,” she said and then dropped the call.
The whole room seemed to be on their feet, ready to go.
“Cable,” LT said. “You stay here and monitor that tracker. Call me with updates.”
“Got it, Prez,” Cable said, eyes still on the screen.
“Let’s go get them,” LT said, taking off out of the room.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Cat
We were moving again, with the sound of rumbling motorcycles right behind us this time. I’d guessed they had kept their distance before just in case something happened like… well, being pulled over. They were prepared for that, and they killed without a single care.
Which meant they would killuswithout a single care. I figured they planned on doing just that. I wasn’t sure why they hadn’t done it already, though.
Ignoring the burning pain and trickles of blood on my face, I shuffled on my knees over to Chry. I wasn’t sure if he was dead or not, but I did know that at least one of those shots had hit him.
After getting no response when I called his name a couple of times, I used my feet to gently shake his body.
“Hurts,” he mumbled, sounding sluggish.
All of the air rushed out of my lungs in a relieved breath at the moment I heard his voice.
“Yeah, I know it does. But you need to get up. They are taking us back and I have no idea how much time we have.”
I dragged myself up to stand, finding my body exhausted and the movement drained me.
“Just gonna sleep,” he mumbled.
“No,” I barked, no longer caring if they heard me or not. “You’re going to get your butt up and stay with me. You hear?!”
I could feel the blood on my face starting to dry, pulling the skin and making it pinch when I talked. It took everything in me to swallow down the fear and sadness, and focus on what I had to do to get us out of this.
“Damn, never heard you so bossy before.” He snorted. “Kinda hot.”
My cheeks flamed, the warmth spreading down my neck and over my chest. And, yes, I felt conflicted about it.
“Not the time, Chry,” I said, sobering. “Or appropriate.”
“Sorry,” he mumbled, rolling over onto his back with a pained hiss. “I think I’m bleeding.”
“Probably,” I said. It might have come out as sounding casual, but that was only because I was currently feeling along the wall for something I could use to break the ties around my wrists. There were some wooden planks bolted to the walls, if I could find the end of one, maybe I could loop the plastic around it and pull hard enough to snap the darn thing.
Ah-ha! I found it!
