Page 60 of Entombed By Blood
“Fuck this,” Draven says, grabbing a rifle from under the seat and moving past me towards the door.
The vampire slides open the side of the van and crouches in place, gun at the ready. The rounds are alloy, not silver, but they’ll still put the cars chasing us out of action. Something Draven proves three shots later, when an explosion nearly splits my eardrums.
“One down.” His voice doesn’t change. He might as well be reading a weather report for all the emotion he displays.
Frost nods. “Keep going. Finn, don’t engage the cloak until we’re out of the city.”
“Duh.” Our omega rolls his eyes. “I’m almost into their comms. It’ll be harder to follow us if they can’t communicate.”
“Aircraft incoming!” Draven yells, an instant before the van is blown to one side.
Heat sears the inside of the van, and I tug Evie close into my body to protect her.
“Forfuck’ssake!” Frost growls. “Close the damn door before they get lucky with those missiles!”
Before Draven can comply, four tiny drones light up on Finn’s desk. Their four arms extend, the rotating blades on the ends whirring to life and carrying them into the air and out of the vehicle.
“Finley?” Gid mutters.
Finn bites his lip, his focus on the screen as he watches the camera footage from his drones for a second before he replies. “It’s a tiltrotor. If we take out one engine, it’ll have to land.”
I let out a low whistle. “Cain’s bringing out all his toys to get her back.”
Frost’s eyes harden. “He can’t fucking have her.”
“Agreed.” Silas groans as something smacks into us and the entire van jolts.
“What was that?” I ask.
“We’re nearly at the edge of the city,” Gideon says, in place of answering my question. “How’s the aircraft coming, Finn?”
“Almost there.” His eyes are fixed on the screen, glasses reflecting the light so his eyes are almost invisible.
One of the cameras goes black, cutting out suddenly, and Finn curses. “They’re shooting them out of the sky.”
Another goes dark, leaving just two still headed for the rotor blades.
“Almost there,” he growls at the computer. “Almost... Gotcha!”
The feed from the remaining two drones go dead at the same time as a thunderous crack echoes from outside.
It takes several long seconds before Finn confirms the tiltrotor is gone and another drawn out minute before Gideon’s driving switches from evasive to smooth.
“I think we’ve lost them,” Gideon mutters, tapping at the dash.
Finn swipes a hand across the screen and scrolls through the glowing streams of data for a few tense seconds before he nods.
“No remaining vehicles in pursuit,” he confirms. “Engaging the cloak now to make sure.”
The quiet hum of electricity follows his words, the cameras and projectors on the body of the van engaging until we’re practically invisible to onlookers.
“Thank fuck for that,” I growl.
“Did we really just get away with attacking the Court?” Finn looks a little shell-shocked.
“We’re not home free yet,” Frost cautions. “We just kicked the hornets’ nest big time.”
“He knew,” Silas mutters. “Somehow he knew we were working against him.”
