Page 11 of Jager's Prey
No sooner as I said that than a pulled pinged off the front fender of the vehicle and I ducked for cover. Almost immediately, Jager and I returned fire.
Miriam climbed behind the wheel and gunned the engine.
“In!” She hollered. “In, now!”
Jager and I piled in through the back door and Miriam was already speeding away before the door was even closed. Someone ran into the path of the trunk, gun hefted, but Miriam merely gunned it.
“Move! Move! Move!” She screamed. “Out of way!”
Even though this person was trying to kill us, she still didn’t want to hit him.
I always considered myself a reasonable man—but once that person began fire live bullets at me, that reason went out the window.
He didn’t move.
She ran him over.
Miriam screamed. “Sorry!”
The sickening crunch of a man’s body being flatten was new to me. It was a sound I could do without ever hearing again.
“Are you okay?” I asked Jager?
“Yeah.” She panted then looked down at her gun.
She shoved it into the holster then squeezed herself between the seats to fall into the front passenger seat. She spoke with Miriam for a little then turned to look at me.
“I told her not to go to the location now.” Jager explained. “Just in case we’re bein’ followed. She says there is an alternate entrance to their hideout. It’ll take us a little longer to get to, but I think it’s worth it to keep their location safe. What do you think?”
“Agreed, but we should get a different ride.” I suggested. “This one parked close to where we need to be could draw attention.”
Jager nodded and relayed the information to Miriam.
“And we need to get her a doctor.” I added.
“I be fine.” Miriam assured us.
We made it to a point, and she pulled over and motioned for us to follow. When I blinked and focused, we were breaking into a car lot. I asked no questions—it would take too much time to explain anything. While I gathered the bags, Jager hotwired a car and we piled in. Miriam took the wheel again and we drove for about another hour before parking in an empty lot and hurried on foot down a secluded road.
Eventually, we broke off across an open lot with graffiti on what was left of the bombed-out buildings. When we climbed down through what looked like a manhole, the stench was ungodly.
“Breathe through mouth.” Miriam suggested.
That didn’t help. When I took her advice, I could now taste the rancidness on the air.
I was not a fan of that either.
Still, we moved as quickly as we could long the concrete bit of the path. Miriam kept looking up as if she was looking for something in particular. After an eternity, she pointed upward.
“We go.” She told Jager.
“I’ll go up first.” Jager told her. “It’ll be easier to pull you up, so you won’t have to put too much pressure on the arm.”
Miriam nodded. “Mm.”
I watched Jager climb—trying not to stare at her ass but failed. She pushed the cover off and looked around before climbing through then reaching back to get Miriam. Once we were through, it was another trek until we found our way to our destination.
From the outside, it resembled a normal house. Once inside, Miriam pulled a book from the bookcase, and something clicked and opened. A small monitor extended itself from the wall and she pressed her palm to it. Next it scanned her eye and the monitor pulled itself back into the wall as the other set of bookshelves opened to admit us.
