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pointing to the vehicle that was rapidly shrinking from view. “ It just knocked down the wall and stole a suspect. Put out an alert for a black four-wheel-drive. We need to get after them. ”
The three ran back into the corridor to raise the alarm.
“ I ’ ve never seen anything like this before, ” Shukla said as they moved. “ Are you sure we should go after them straight away? We should inform someone. ”
Bryce turned. “ This is on us. How do you think people are going to react when they find out a truck simply drove into our station and grabbed a sixteen-year-old boy? For all we know, that was a kidnapping. Now get in the car. ”
*
It was only after four sharp turns and a full minute of nerve-wracking silence that the two men took their balaclavas off.
The man in the passenger seat tugged off his mask to reveal the familiar long brown hair and five o ’ clock shadow. It was Wolfe. The man sitting next to Jake was black and sported a goatee. He looked to be the same age as Wolfe. The driver was concentrating on the road. All Jake could make out from behind was a mop of thick blond hair.
So Wolfe wasn ’ t lying. There are others.
Jake took a moment to reflect on Wolfe ’ s story. These three were Delta Force soldiers, and they sure fit the part. He felt a little safer, knowing Wolfe was sane.
Wolfe turned in his seat and stared intently out the rear window.
“ What are you looking for? ” Jake asked.
“ We just broke you out of a police station and you ’ re wondering what I ’ m looking for? ”
Jake gave a nod of understanding and turned his eyes sheepishly toward the floor of the car. The words had come out before he realised how stupid they were. He bit his lip and quashed a mixture of excitement and terror at being free. He felt safe in Wolfe ’ s hands, despite the fact that he had just been forcibly extracted from a police station. After seeing Wolfe single-handedly dispatch two slayers, any other matter seemed almost petty in comparison.
But they weren ’ t safe yet.
At six in the morning, the roads were deserted. The sun hadn ’ t fully risen yet, nothing more than a streak of orange across the horizon. The sky was a dark shade of blue. Jake sat in the gloom, feeling the beat of his heart against his chest wall.
“ Crank, left, ” Wolfe said.
Reacting immediately, the driver tugged on the handbrake and swung the wheel around in a controlled arc. Tires screeched against the asphalt. Jake reached desperately for a handhold as the entire vehicle swung sideways. He swore as he missed. The skid sent him tumbling across into the man next to him. As soon as the car pulled out of its drift, he clumsily shimmied himself back across to his seat.
“ Put your seatbelt on, kid, ” the man said, half-smiling. Jake had no idea how someone could smile in a situation like this, but nonetheless he obeyed, pulling the leather tight across his chest.
“ We ’ ve got company, ” the driver said matter-of-factly.
To the tune of sirens, a white sedan pulled around the corner behind them.
“ Guys, do something! ” Jake exclaimed. He struggled to suppress a panic attack. The air had suddenly become very cold.
Even Wolfe looked a little concerned.
“ There ’ s only one of them, ” he said. “ The others must still be leaving the station. Alright, Crank, you ’ re up. ”
With a subtle nod, the driver unbuckled his seatbelt and released the steering wheel. Jake noticed Wolfe reach over and grip it one-handed, keeping the car on track. Crank tugged a pistol from the holster at his waist. It was identical to the gun Wolfe had used on the slayers the night before. He cocked back the safety and lowered the driver ’ s seat window.
“ Uh … what ’ s he doing? ” Jake said, but he already had an inclination as to what was about to happen.
He was right.
In one motion, Crank stood up in his seat, leaning his entire torso out the open window of the speeding vehicle. His
The three ran back into the corridor to raise the alarm.
“ I ’ ve never seen anything like this before, ” Shukla said as they moved. “ Are you sure we should go after them straight away? We should inform someone. ”
Bryce turned. “ This is on us. How do you think people are going to react when they find out a truck simply drove into our station and grabbed a sixteen-year-old boy? For all we know, that was a kidnapping. Now get in the car. ”
*
It was only after four sharp turns and a full minute of nerve-wracking silence that the two men took their balaclavas off.
The man in the passenger seat tugged off his mask to reveal the familiar long brown hair and five o ’ clock shadow. It was Wolfe. The man sitting next to Jake was black and sported a goatee. He looked to be the same age as Wolfe. The driver was concentrating on the road. All Jake could make out from behind was a mop of thick blond hair.
So Wolfe wasn ’ t lying. There are others.
Jake took a moment to reflect on Wolfe ’ s story. These three were Delta Force soldiers, and they sure fit the part. He felt a little safer, knowing Wolfe was sane.
Wolfe turned in his seat and stared intently out the rear window.
“ What are you looking for? ” Jake asked.
“ We just broke you out of a police station and you ’ re wondering what I ’ m looking for? ”
Jake gave a nod of understanding and turned his eyes sheepishly toward the floor of the car. The words had come out before he realised how stupid they were. He bit his lip and quashed a mixture of excitement and terror at being free. He felt safe in Wolfe ’ s hands, despite the fact that he had just been forcibly extracted from a police station. After seeing Wolfe single-handedly dispatch two slayers, any other matter seemed almost petty in comparison.
But they weren ’ t safe yet.
At six in the morning, the roads were deserted. The sun hadn ’ t fully risen yet, nothing more than a streak of orange across the horizon. The sky was a dark shade of blue. Jake sat in the gloom, feeling the beat of his heart against his chest wall.
“ Crank, left, ” Wolfe said.
Reacting immediately, the driver tugged on the handbrake and swung the wheel around in a controlled arc. Tires screeched against the asphalt. Jake reached desperately for a handhold as the entire vehicle swung sideways. He swore as he missed. The skid sent him tumbling across into the man next to him. As soon as the car pulled out of its drift, he clumsily shimmied himself back across to his seat.
“ Put your seatbelt on, kid, ” the man said, half-smiling. Jake had no idea how someone could smile in a situation like this, but nonetheless he obeyed, pulling the leather tight across his chest.
“ We ’ ve got company, ” the driver said matter-of-factly.
To the tune of sirens, a white sedan pulled around the corner behind them.
“ Guys, do something! ” Jake exclaimed. He struggled to suppress a panic attack. The air had suddenly become very cold.
Even Wolfe looked a little concerned.
“ There ’ s only one of them, ” he said. “ The others must still be leaving the station. Alright, Crank, you ’ re up. ”
With a subtle nod, the driver unbuckled his seatbelt and released the steering wheel. Jake noticed Wolfe reach over and grip it one-handed, keeping the car on track. Crank tugged a pistol from the holster at his waist. It was identical to the gun Wolfe had used on the slayers the night before. He cocked back the safety and lowered the driver ’ s seat window.
“ Uh … what ’ s he doing? ” Jake said, but he already had an inclination as to what was about to happen.
He was right.
In one motion, Crank stood up in his seat, leaning his entire torso out the open window of the speeding vehicle. His
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