Chapter 10
Lucky
Half-asleep, Suds, me, and a bunch of FBI agents camp out at the Blue Plains treatment plant for hours. When the phone rings, I jump a mile.
“Hello? Oi, who the fuck is this?” I promised the negotiator I’d keep my cool but my mouth didn’t get the memo. I won’t be able to think straight until I know she’s okay.
‘Lucky, do as she says.”
Thank Christ. She’s alive.Tears stinging, my throat tight, I answer the woman slowly. “I have to get back to you. I don’t have it.”
“Now, you have four minutes.” She hangs up.
When the call ends, the G-man listening in looks up from his laptop. “They’re close.”
“Close? That’s not very fookin’ accurate, is it mate?” I clench my fists, needing to punch something or someone until Suds pulls me away.
“Y’all need to calm down. We got a plan. Stick with it.”
“Get me the fucking password, now.”
My boss, Slate, and the AI unit have been in my earphones since we exited the jet. My chat window beeps with an incoming message from Jason and I text the password to the number that just called.
What a fucking shit show. If I had my way, I’d let those motherfuckers shut down the fuckin’, tunnel, then shoot them all. Game over. Piece of piss.
Unfortunately, we’re talking terrorism and the government boys want to catch the big turds, not only the floaters.
Since hearing they’re letting the kidnappers go, I’ve not been the most amicable of Aussies. In fact, some might say I’m downright hostile. Who the fuck uses a fucking pregnant woman as bait?
I pace glaring at everyone and everything in the room. Thank God, Grayson made the EMF generator inaccessible from the internet. The only way to shut it down is from where I’m standing.
