Page 51 of Rogue Mission
I can barely contain the fury and cold terror coiling inside of me.
This is a dangerous line. Any operative knows you can’t get into this zone.
Shit breaks down when you get out of control.
Forcing out words, I extend my hand, hastily motioning toward the man. “I need a phone.”
“Can I get out?” he stammers, reaching for the door as we coast to a stop on the rumble strip.
He’s lucky I don’t throw him out the way I feel right now.
Grabbing the collar of his shirt, I shake him. “Not so fast. Give me your phone.”
His hands are trembling so bad, it takes both of them to get his phone out of his front pant pocket. “You can have it.”
I don’t reply as I launch out of the car, stalking to the middle of the road as I dial Truck’s number from memory.
Pick up. Pick the fucking phone up!
“Who is this?” Truck growls, his voice echoing like he’s in an empty room.
“JT here. My comms gear got trashed. Someone attacked usandthey have Beast.”
His reply is exactly what I would expect.
“How the hell does someone grab Beast?”
“An armored vehicle plowed into our truck?—”
“I know that part,” he interrupts. “Mako got a scanner feed that picked up the crash. Marshall talked to the cops. We heard you’re both unaccounted for.”
“Well I’m here.”
Sore. Mad. But alive.
A car appears, shimmering in the distance as it speeds down the road toward me.
“Hold on. I need to carjack another ride.”
“Another? Oh boy.”
The second driver slows, steering wide, but I leap in front of his car, raising my gun.
Yes, I’m breaking every law that’s ever been written. Marshall’s good at taking care of that kind of problem. Not that I know. I’m usually the one staying out of trouble.
Not now.
Now they’ve pushed the wrong button.
Gripping the phone between my shoulder and ear, I yell at the driver who has now stopped in the middle of the wrong side of the road. “Get out of the car!”
The gasless Camry owner cups his hands around his mouth and yells, “You should probably do what he says. He’s Ca-razy.”
Driver number two stares at driver number one, and mouths something. The way his lips move looks a lot like he’s saying,holy shit.
Guess I look as unhinged as I feel, because a few seconds later the door opens and he gets out with his hands up.
Unlike the ghost-faced first driver, this one looks like he might pop an artery.
