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Authors: Hazel Hunter
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do it now. The pilot is still out there.”
Getting farther away by the second. Seth swung his glare from Frank to her. Even under the jacket and long pants, he could imagine what she looked like.
“Get her back to the truck,” Seth growled.
“Why the truck?” Frank whined.
“Because you can find it ,” Seth yelled. And so can I . There’d be no way in hell he’d find this spot again. “You think you can handle that?”
Seth watched Frank shift his gaze to her. The gears were turning behind the dull eyes. Now that the thought had been planted in his head, he wanted her at the truck. Frank slowly grinned.
“I can handle that,” he said.
• • • • •
Logan ducked behind a tree, breathing hard, and checked the direction from which he’d just come. This was a good spot. It provided a view about as far as you could see in the forest–maybe twenty yards. As his eyes systematically moved across the terrain, his hand went to the axe tucked into his belt. One of them had to be following.
What’s taking him so long?
The game had changed but not its end goal. Jules was their prisoner now but at least one of them would have to come in pursuit. Logan settled quickly into his SERE training: survive, evade, resist, extract. But all the while, in the back of his mind was Jules.
That look on her face.
He clenched his jaw. It’d been fear but at least it hadn’t been panic. She’d probably been too exhausted to panic. He scanned the trees toward the ravine.
“Come on,” he muttered.
There was no way they’d leave him alive. The remoteness of the airstrip and their weapons told him that. No doubt millions of dollars was at stake, not to mention jail time. Jules would die too but not before…
Logan grimaced. He needed to get to her– fast .
He looked in the direction of the airstrip. Whatever he was going to do, it couldn’t be complicated. Whichever one was coming after him, they’d be sure to have a gun. The one with the rifle would be preferable. In close quarters, he’d stand a good chance of ambushing the man and getting near to him.
Logan searched the trees up ahead. He needed an escape route but–he swiveled his head toward the ravine–if someone didn’t show up soon, he’d need to double back. Losing them was not the point. Not now. He was playing a new game too–a dangerous one. But Jules’ life depended on it.
He dug in the front pocket of his pants for what he already knew was there: a few coins and dollar bills. He took out the rumpled bills and peeled one away from the rest and stowed the others. Another minute and he’d have to go back. This was taking too long.
There! A flash of movement in the distance.
Finally .
He needed to see the man. He tensed and waited. He needed to know if he was up against the rifle or the pistol. The man’s head poked up just beyond a particularly tall thicket. No cap. This was the one with the pistol.
Logan rumpled the bill, tossed it in front of the tree, and ran in the opposite direction.
• • • • •
Frank had either coughed or talked the entire way back to the airstrip. He’d even introduced himself. Not that Jules could answer. They’d only gone several steps as he’d prodded her with the rifle before he realized she could barely walk. Now she wished she was walking. The pain in her stomach and ribs was getting worse. Draped over his shoulder, she could barely breathe. His big hand held her right knee and wrist together on his chest as her head dangled behind his back. The blood rushing to her concussion made her head pound.
The ground cover below them suddenly gave way to grass and Frank stopped. She heard the metal of a tailgate slamming open and he bent forward. The world around her spun, as she was unceremoniously dumped on the tailgate. She landed in a sitting position, legs dangling over the end, but she had to grip the edge so she didn’t tumble backward. As the pain in her forehead spiked, she
Getting farther away by the second. Seth swung his glare from Frank to her. Even under the jacket and long pants, he could imagine what she looked like.
“Get her back to the truck,” Seth growled.
“Why the truck?” Frank whined.
“Because you can find it ,” Seth yelled. And so can I . There’d be no way in hell he’d find this spot again. “You think you can handle that?”
Seth watched Frank shift his gaze to her. The gears were turning behind the dull eyes. Now that the thought had been planted in his head, he wanted her at the truck. Frank slowly grinned.
“I can handle that,” he said.
• • • • •
Logan ducked behind a tree, breathing hard, and checked the direction from which he’d just come. This was a good spot. It provided a view about as far as you could see in the forest–maybe twenty yards. As his eyes systematically moved across the terrain, his hand went to the axe tucked into his belt. One of them had to be following.
What’s taking him so long?
The game had changed but not its end goal. Jules was their prisoner now but at least one of them would have to come in pursuit. Logan settled quickly into his SERE training: survive, evade, resist, extract. But all the while, in the back of his mind was Jules.
That look on her face.
He clenched his jaw. It’d been fear but at least it hadn’t been panic. She’d probably been too exhausted to panic. He scanned the trees toward the ravine.
“Come on,” he muttered.
There was no way they’d leave him alive. The remoteness of the airstrip and their weapons told him that. No doubt millions of dollars was at stake, not to mention jail time. Jules would die too but not before…
Logan grimaced. He needed to get to her– fast .
He looked in the direction of the airstrip. Whatever he was going to do, it couldn’t be complicated. Whichever one was coming after him, they’d be sure to have a gun. The one with the rifle would be preferable. In close quarters, he’d stand a good chance of ambushing the man and getting near to him.
Logan searched the trees up ahead. He needed an escape route but–he swiveled his head toward the ravine–if someone didn’t show up soon, he’d need to double back. Losing them was not the point. Not now. He was playing a new game too–a dangerous one. But Jules’ life depended on it.
He dug in the front pocket of his pants for what he already knew was there: a few coins and dollar bills. He took out the rumpled bills and peeled one away from the rest and stowed the others. Another minute and he’d have to go back. This was taking too long.
There! A flash of movement in the distance.
Finally .
He needed to see the man. He tensed and waited. He needed to know if he was up against the rifle or the pistol. The man’s head poked up just beyond a particularly tall thicket. No cap. This was the one with the pistol.
Logan rumpled the bill, tossed it in front of the tree, and ran in the opposite direction.
• • • • •
Frank had either coughed or talked the entire way back to the airstrip. He’d even introduced himself. Not that Jules could answer. They’d only gone several steps as he’d prodded her with the rifle before he realized she could barely walk. Now she wished she was walking. The pain in her stomach and ribs was getting worse. Draped over his shoulder, she could barely breathe. His big hand held her right knee and wrist together on his chest as her head dangled behind his back. The blood rushing to her concussion made her head pound.
The ground cover below them suddenly gave way to grass and Frank stopped. She heard the metal of a tailgate slamming open and he bent forward. The world around her spun, as she was unceremoniously dumped on the tailgate. She landed in a sitting position, legs dangling over the end, but she had to grip the edge so she didn’t tumble backward. As the pain in her forehead spiked, she
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