Page 53 of The Saviors: Part One
“I like Cole too.”
“Axel!” I jerk up in bed, grabbing my Glock from under my pillow at the same time. I press it to the intruder’s forehead. “Whoa! It’s me!”
I shake the sleep from my head and come face to face with Nolan. I tuck my Glock away. “Sorry. Give me a second.” I scrub my face several times, trying to get that dream out of my head. It’s like the dreams are on a rotation. If it’s not that one, it’s the night we left. I finally get my head to clear and notice light is barely streaming through the window. “What time is it?”
“I don’t know. Early,” Nolan answers. “I found something.”
I narrow my eyes. “Were you working all night again?”
He shakes his head. “No. But I have my computer set to wake me up if it finds anything.”
“Nolan,” I say in exasperation. “You need sleep.”
“I did sleep. Do you want to hear what I have to say or not?”
“Yeah,” I grouch, throwing the covers off and sliding to my feet. I stretch my arms above my head, trying to relieve some tension from my muscles.
“Dude! Pants!” I open my eyes and Nolan’s back is to me. He gestures in my general direction. “Put on pants.”
I walk over to my dresser and jerk open the top drawer, digging for my boxer briefs. “I sleep nude.” I slide them on. “I’m decent.”
“No shit.” Nolan turns around and cracks one eye open to make sure I’m not lying to him. I throw my hands out to my sides, and he turns around. “A little warning would have been nice.”
I shrug, unbothered he saw me naked. “It’s my room. I need coffee.” He follows me downstairs, and there’s already a cup waiting for me.
“I knew you wouldn’t listen to me until you had it. So drink up.” He knows me better than I thought he did. I take a sip and motion for him to start talking. “The warehouse that we cleared out the other night? There’s more.”
“What do you mean more?”
“He has warehouses stashed all over the place.”
“Do you know what’s in them?”
“Not all of them. But there’s another one full of weapons.”
“That’s just fucking great.” I drain the rest of my coffee, turning to pour more. I have a feeling I’m going to need it. “Did you find anything from the USB she gave us?”
“The lady that picked up the documents isn’t in any databases, so I’m digging deeper. But I got a few hits on Lancaster, and one sticks out the most.”
“Are you pausing for dramatic effect? Spit it out, Nolan.”
The little asshole just grins. “One of them is dead and hada lotof money with no family.”
“Stolen identity?”
“Looks that way. I think he got the new stuff made to become this Drew Lancaster. What better way to disappear than to become someone else entirely? My question is, the lady who picked them up, is she helping him, or is he threatening her?”
“Find her, and we can find out.” He turns around to head out of the kitchen. “Where are you going?”
“To my office?” he says it like a question, and I shake my head.
“No. You’re not. You need to let your computer do whatever it does. You can work out with me.” I jerk my head for him to follow me, and he groans.
“Why do you do this to me? Ihateworking out with you.”
I chuckle and shove the gym door open. “Why?”
“Because you forget that I’m a soft computer nerd.”
