Page 161 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
The door closes behind the alpha.
“What is going on?” Asher asks. “He wants us to break her out?”
“Yeah,” Trev says. “This has the guard shifts and the blueprint of where Whitney is.”
“Can we trust him?” Hayden takes the packet from Trev, skimming the details. “How do we know this isn’t a setup?”
“We don’t.” I glance at my pack mates. “But if this intel is good, we need to move as soon as possible.”
Trev nods and shoves away from the table. “Let’s go make a plan.”
* * *
I drive us to the rundown building in the center of Dolin. The upstairs houses administrative offices for Omega Council employees—the low pack staff gets the shitty building while the high pack staff get the swanky offices inside the convention center. It took us two days to come up with a solid plan. The captain called us all in after he heard what happened with Whitney. He wasn’t happy, but no one got suspended so that’s all that matters. I don’t think the guys could survive without their jobs. Then again, I used to think the same thing and I’ve done fine.
“Who’s leading?” I ask, running everyone over the plan. I’ll be staying in the car for obvious reasons.
Streetlights flash in the dark car. It’s half past eleven. The shifts don’t change until midnight. We’re hitting at the end of the shift so the guards are tired.
“Trev,” Hayden and Asher answer.
I flick my gaze to the rear view. Trev’s face is a mask of indifference, but that’s how he prepares for things. Inside, he’s running through the risks and things that could go wrong.
There’s no better alpha to run point on this operation.
“What happens if you get separated?”
“Get out as quick as possible and rendezvous over on Carter Street.” Trev meets my gaze in the mirror, and I nod.
“Good. I’ll be waiting. Check your earpieces.” I turn onto McMillion, slowing to a stop a block away from the building as the guys run checks on their radios.
“One, two, three.” Trev’s voice crackles on my own device. We’re on the same channel so I can feed them information from the outside and listen in on what’s happening.
“Ready?” I look at each of them.
Asher cracks his neck and nods, angry lines etching across his face.
“Let’s go get our girl,” Hayden says. His fingers twitch toward the door so I ease off the brake, slowly rolling toward the entrance.
I don’t say good luck, that’s asking for something bad to happen. So I simply watch them pull down their face masks, hop out, and run across the dark street. My baseball cap hides most of my face and we took off the license plate. Not that being discreet matters. I imagine once they find out Whitney is gone, they’ll know exactly who took her. Continuing on to Carter Street, I keep a death grip on the steering wheel.
I should be with them, but I’m a liability. There’s an open space between a van and a truck. I take it and check in with the guys.
“Good?”
“So far, heading toward the first guard now.”
Grinding my teeth, I settle in and listen. The silence crackling down the line is killing me, but I focus on my breathing to stay calm. Everything will be fine. We’ll save her and find a hotel to hole up in until the heat dies down. The back is full of clothes, food, and water. We have enough to last a week.
Hopefully that’s long enough.
