“I agree, actually,” Purge sighs. “Where is Trikk?”
The sound of running feet travels towards us, and he bursts through the door, panting. “So sorry, guys! I came back as fast as I could.”
I'm across the room in a flash, grabbing Trikk by his shirt and shaking him like a rag doll. “What. The. Fuck. Were. You. Thinking?” I yell, my rage a breath away from consuming me.
Trikk starts to sputter. “S-she asked nicely. S-she needed a distraction. I thought I had it handled, bro. I'm so fucking sorry!”
“That’s enough!” Jax yells, causing me to freeze, then drop Trikk. “The posturing can wait until later. We need to find Phoenyxx first.”
I grit my teeth, and push out, “Yeah,” in agreement, blowing out a long breath.
I step closer to the computers, eyes flying from screen to screen, trying to make sense of what I'm looking at. “So?—?”
But an excited Thor blurts out, "Dudes! it seems like she’s stationary.” He points to the screen. “It’s a huge forest, though.Miles of it. The asshole could possibly be using a scrambler. That’s just a theory, though.”
“Fuck,” Harris exclaims, scrubbing a hand through his blonde hair. “We need to send out several teams to cover that much area.”
“Harris, remember your place,” Jax reminds him.
I'm guessing Harris doesn’t make any of the big decisions around here. We all know Jax is the head honcho. I just assumed Harris was a decision-maker as well.
“Wait—I might have something in this security footage,” Bill calls out.
We all rush over.
“There is a camera across the street from the cafe, at a small gas station. Check this out.” Bill clicks on the image, blowing it up bigger. “See this car? It's got heavily tinted windows. Now, watch.” He presses play, and we see Pazessca and Trikk leave the cafe, heading off to their left. Some rando walks out after them, trailing them in the same direction.
“Is that all? This tells us nothing,” I fume.
“Hold on,” Bill mutters. He clicks on another window, pulling it up. “This is the security from a gym a few doors down from the cafe, on the same side of the street.”
He presses play again, and I hold my breath as I watch the man walk up right on them. He slaps Trikk on the back, and he falls like a sack of potatoes. He puts an arm around my girl, saying something into Pazessca’s ear.
Her eyes widen, and she walks with him in the opposite direction, towards the tinted windowed car. She stops suddenly, rage splaying out on her face. She yells something, and he says something back. He opens the car door in the back, shoving her inside. He jumps in the driver’s seat and takes off like a bat out of Hell.
Bill rewinds it a bit, zooming in close on the man. “He has a gun. See that?” He presses play once more, in slow motion.
“Son of a bitch!” Trikk yells, his fists balled up tight.
It's very rare for Trikk to lose his shit like this. He is almost close to lashing out.
“Brother.” I hold out my hand, bringing him in close for a man-hug. “Take some breaths. We need you with us to find Pazessca.”
“Sorry,” Trikk apologizes, taking a few deep breaths.
“Jax—the plan?” I turn towards the man who runs shit here, impatient to get this train rolling.
“This is going to take time. I have to assemble the teams, send them out to scout the area and check for threats, and hopefully narrow down where to look.”
“No, we’ll go!” Trikk shouts, his body shaking with rage.
“No, Trikk, you will not. This must be done with trained men,” Jax answers.
“He’s right,” a frustrated Harris admits. “It has to be done the right way. Our girl’s life is on the line. We can’t afford to fuck this up by jumping the gun.”
“With that being said, I do want some of you with knowledge of this kind of mission to go along. Discuss amongst yourselves who will be going once we’re ready. We'll send out at least four teams. Our men will be with each team,” Jax explains.
“How many per vehicle?” Harris asks.
