“Where the hell could she be?” Maverick mutters, slowing down to look more thoroughly.
As he circles the area for the millionth time, I notice something. The direction we are in affects the position of the red dot.
As we crawl by again, I holler out, “Stop. I think I may have an idea!”
Well, what is it?” Maverick asks, but does as I request, pulling over to the side of the single lane, gravel road we’re on.
I unbuckle my seatbelt, climbing out with my phone held high. I step to the middle of the road, slowly turning in a circle. A light bulb goes off as I realize the position I’m standing in is adjacent with the red dot. I race back to the car, opening the driver’s side door.
“Mav, I may have something. The dot stays in the same place, but the area we are in changes the position. When I stood over there, facing the west, it lined up.”
“Okay, that could be something. Let me relay this to the team.” Mav starts typing on his phone.
I pace a few steps back and forth, impatient. “Bro, there’s nothing over there. There's nothing around at all!” Trikk exclaims, his face turning red with impatience.
3 stirs in his seat, deciding to get out with me. He copies the position I was in, making a sound in his throat. Frowning, he steps forward, moving westward.
“3, where are you going?” I ask, but then think “fuck it”; so, I follow him.
“Guys,” Mav calls after us. “Hold tight. We're working on it.”
“Fuck. That,” 3 says with determination and moves faster.
Cursing, I break into a jog to follow.
We move farther into the dark, the sun already setting, making the vast area dimmer. I don’t see a damn thing. The only visible things are the grass and the trees. Nothing to indicate a place she could be held at. No buildings at all.
“Boys, get back to the car,” Mav calls, following us. “We need more intel before going any farther. We have instructions to wait here for the others. Thor, Bill, Purge, and Harris are working on it as fast as they can.”
I curse again, kicking the grassy area in front of me. “Fuck!”
I go back anyway, looking behind me to make sure 3 is following. He is, and we all hustle to the car. We climb back in, waiting on the others to make it to our location.
Synn
Trav is driving fast, whipping our way down this lonely stretch of a gravel road. There isn’t shit around here. I’m rubbernecking looking for anything.
Trav gets a call in his earpiece, and he touches it to answer. “Yeah? Good, that will narrow it down. We're on our way now. Maybe five minutes out.”
“Well?” I ask impatiently. “What did he say?”
“Maverick’s team has located a potential lead. They pinpointed her location to a certain area. I’m warning you boys, though—it's a large area. We don’t know what we’ll find, if anything.”
“Well, fuck. We will find her. My Fiasca will be in my arms tonight,” Razor growls, his lip curling.
“My Malishka will be saved. There is no other outcome. I will slaughter anyone who gets in my fucking way,” Ghost jumps in.
Trav shakes his head up front, eyes on the road. “Follow instructions when we catch up, understand?”
I grunt, knowing damn well I'm going to do what I need to.
We pull up to another car, and Frost, Trikk, and 3 spring out, Maverick following. As soon as the car slows, I’m out the door. The rest follow me once Trav parks.
“Report?” he asks Maverick.
He explains everything they've figured out, and point out the possible direction my Baby Girl may be in.
I look to the west, frowning. There isn’t even a whisper of anything being around.
