Page 37 of The Saviors: Part One
“He also has an app that notifies him when he’s not home,” Cole adds. “So he doesn’t miss anything.”
Axel’s eyebrows raise. “No shit? That’s awesome.”
“Holden and I developed it when I was in Abbs Valley. Well, we cleaned up one that he already had.” Working with Holden was the best; he helped me find the confidence to be the best for Axel. Plus, it was nice to have someone to talk to that knew what I was even talking about.
“Explain it to me,” Axel says, sitting back in his chair.
I rub the back of my neck, suddenly nervous about the attention. I love stuff like this, but I don’t want to bore him with the details. “We…uh…start the process into a program we built, and it picks up what we would be doing in real-time but does it behind the scenes so you can work on multiple things at once. The app notifies me when it’s uncovered something and sends me the files.”
“Did it find anything while you were gone?” Axel asks.
“Just stuff about Daybreak that we already knew. Then Cole took my phone.”
Cole grins. “He needed a break.”
“Are we working you too hard?” Axel frowns. “If we are—”
“No!” I take a breath to swallow my panic. The last thing I need is for him to think I can’t handle the workload. “No. I’m fine.”
“He’s also living with us now. I took him to Ari’s to get his stuff.”
“Fine with me. It’s where he should have been anyway.”
My phone starts pinging, and Cole shakes his head when I pull it from my pocket. I open the notifications and sit up in the chair. “That second warehouse? I have an exact location and what’s in there.” I look at Axel. “It’s for weapon storage.”
“Message Sean and Kai. Tell them to get their asses back here,” Axel tells me, then looks at Cole. “Let’s suit up so we’re ready.”
* * *
Sean and Kainever answered my messages or phone calls, which stuck me going on this little field trip with a very pissed off Axel.
“I fucking told you that this would be a problem,” Axel growls to Cole in the front seat. “We’re supposed to be available at all goddamn times.”
“What do you want them to do?” Cole asks. “Sit and stare at their phones until we message? Come on, Axel. This is just surveillance.”
“What if we need to go in? Nolan isn’t trained.”
“Uh. I am, though,” I argue and wince when Axel looks at me in the rearview mirror. “You trained me for this, and I went on things when I was in Abbs Valley.”
“He’s right,” Cole agrees. “He’s trained just like us, and we all have to pop the cherry at some point. We’ll be fine.”
“This is some real fucking shit that could get him killed!” Axel yells, and I shrink back in my seat.
“You need to get a grip,” Cole says between clenched teeth. “Nolan will be fine. He has a vest, is strapped, and knows what he’s doing. Should Sean and Kai have answered their phones? Probably. But like I said, they can’t sit on them and wait for you to call.”
“If they weren’t with her—”
“Shut up,” Cole groans. “You’re beating a dead horse. And the truth is, whether the girl is involved or not, they would probably still avoid you, and it has nothing to do with her and everything to do with you. Once you get that through your thick skull, maybe you won’t be such a fucking dick.”
My mouth drops open, waiting for this to turn into a bloodbath. I can actually hear Axel grinding his teeth, but Cole looks completely unworried. Axel whips into a wide spot down from the warehouse. We can see it, but they can’t see us unless they drive by and look specifically for the vehicle. Axel turns in the seat to face me. “Do you have access to the cameras in here?”
I hand him my tablet. “Most of them. The other ones are either offline or still loading.”
He sets the tablet on the dash so we can see it and sits back in his seat. I can feel the anger rolling off him in waves and decide silence is the best option.
We sit there for fifteen minutes before seeing movement on the screen. A few guys are milling around. “They’re guards,” Axel says, pointing to the screen. “Question is, how powerful is the weaponry they are guarding?”
“The best,” I answer. “Just the little bit I dug up shows several different automatics, ammunition, a few grenade launchers—”
