Page 15 of Jager's Prey
“Good.” Jager told him. “We have to move. We can’t let them find the people here.”
“I come.” Miriam nodded.
“No,” I shook my head. “Tell her she needs to stay here and help protect the place. We will leave, lead them away. And besides, you’re hurt.”
Jager relayed the information and Miriam nodded before shoving a loaded gun at me. I thanked her with a bow of my head and a couple of others came in to lead us through a dimly lit set of tunnels.
Jager hooked her gun in her holster and stopped us when we were almost out.
“I’ll clear the way.” She told me. “If you hear anything, you run for it.”
The others nodded and she drew the straps to her bag down to tighten it against her back.
Arin “Jager” Chioma
At first there was nothing.But soon someone grabbed me from behind. I reached back with an elbow, feeling the familiar crunch of Cartlidge crumbling beneath the blow. Twisting, I gripped him by the back of the neck and brought his face down into my knee before releasing him, grabbing my gun, and firing into his head.
I shoved the weapon back into the holster and had to hit the ground as the rumble of a motorcycle filled the air. It took some doing but I finally located it and pushed into a crouch position. Before the cycle reached me, however, Mack stepped out of hiding with a piece of lumber and swung. It connected with the man’s chest, sending a god-awful echo through the air.
While he went one way, the cycle flew in the other.
I would kick Mack’s ass for disobeying later.
The others took Cage and while I covered, Mack led them in the direction we needed to go. Someone rushed us as we entered the trees, but I took him down by climbing his body like a tree, flipped him to the ground and snapped his neck.
When we arrived at the small car parked among the tree, one of the men handed me the keys. Nodding, I thanked them in Berber, and they wished me luck. The other handed me a bag.
“Food and water for a little while.” He explained. “We don’t have much, but we hope it will help.”
Once again, I bowed my head in thanks and they took off through the trees.
When I looked around, Mack and Cage were already in the car. I tossed the bag in at him, scrambled behind the wheel and took off as fast as the car could go.
I tossed Mack my phone. “Call Swede.”
When he did on speaker phone, Kujo picked up.
“Kujo.” I called.
“Everything okay?” He asked. “Did you get Cage?”
“Yes.” I replied. “He’s safe. Right now, we’re making a run for it, but we aren’t going to make it all the way today. We’re going to need a little help.”
“On it!” Swede called. “I’ll send information to your phone. How much gas you have?”
“Tank’s full right now.” I replied but this car is older than time. “It’s a Chevy Miata but it hasn’t been kept in very good shape. I’m going to assume it guzzle gas like crazy.”
“Okay, so if we do the math.” Kujo stopped.
“Not very far.” Swede interjected. “Okay, I have a place for you to lay low. It belongs to a friend of Duke’s. They don’t use the place really—wealthy people with more properties than they know what to do with. You’ll be safe there. All the codes are coming to your phone as we speak.”
“There’s a SUV in the garage.” Kujo picked up. “Park your car in the back and take the SUV when you’re leaving. It’ll give you better mileage and it’s faster.”
“You’re a good man Axel Svenson.” I teased him.
“You be careful, Jager.” Swede told me.
“You know me.” I murmured, checking my mirrors.
