“Tomorrow?” I shoot from my seat, incredulous.
“Yes, Purge. Tomorrow. Some of the guys needed for this are still busy with other projects. We have to wait until they all return.”
Fuck my life. I already have my phone in my hand, typing out a message to the group chat for the others to meet us here.
It doesn’t take long for them all to filter in. Everyone’s here, except for Harris's sister, Cynthia. I assume she’s not stable enough for a rescue mission.
Jax clears his throat. “Listen up. I'll go over this once. Save your questions until I’m finished.” He looks at all of us in turn. “We will have three teams in three different vehicles. The first team is made up of solely my guys. Blade, Tyler, Black, and Georgeo. The second will be led by Maverick. Frost, Trikk, and 3 will be with him. The third is led by Trav. Synn, Razor, and Ghost will be with him.”
“Wait a damn minute,” I yell. “What about me? And Harris?”
Jax glares at me. “We need our computer experts on site. And before anyone asks—I included 3 because he is proving to be an asset.”
Synn curses low, Ghost muttering along with him. Everyone else is restless, unable to hold still.
Valley raises a hand. “Me and Bryan? What do we do?”
“Wait here and help the others with anything they need,” Jax says.
“Okay, but please bring my bestie back. I need her.”
Jax softly pats her on the back. “We will do our very best, I promise.”
Bryan speaks up. “I’ll take care of the girls. But I need my friend back as much as my girl does.”
I shoot a tiny smile at Bryan in appreciation.
“Everyone reconvene here at seven pm tomorrow, got it?” Jax says to us all.
Everyone nods, then starts out the door.
I refuse to move from my computer. I have to figure this out. Iskra needs me.
Patient 3
My Em can’t be hurt. I will personally dismember anyone who lays a hand on her perfect skin.
I will find her. I have zero inhibitions or limits. That was beat out of me long ago.
The first set of masks trained me well, in fighting and shooting. They told me they wanted me to be prepared for anything. That's why I was able to best Razor in the ring.
The rest were so abusive, though; my learned skills didn’t mean shit.
I give my head a good shake to clear the unwanted thoughts. I must focus. Getting my Em out is all that matters.
“Hey, man, I was looking for you,” Ghost’s voice calls out from down the hall. He catches up to me and adds, “I want tobe sure you can communicate while we’re out there. How much talking have you managed so far?”
I set my jaw, determined to speak as much as I can. “Am working on it. Em teaching me. Must find her. Save her.”
“Okay, that’s good. Em, huh? What's that stand for?” Ghost asks.
“Emerald. Her eyes.”
“Good job, man. Hey, when we’re all there together, stay with me, if you can.”
I stare at him intently. “Thought big guy in charge. Synn.”
He laughs. “He likes to think so. You’ll work best with me. Okay?”
