“We need to move fast before the hit squad or acquisition team arrives. If that jammer isn’t on before they arrive, they’re going to take Fiona in, question her, and then kill her. They’ll make the Spanish Inquisition look like a walk in the park.”
Think. Don’t react. “Send me the tracking information.”
“Already on the way to you.”
“You’re nowhere near that place, right?” I don’t need to be worrying about Everett, too.
“Nope. I’m sitting in a safe room in Vex’s secret lair. Did you know he has a secret lair? I can’t wait to see yours. His has so many weapons.”
The tracking information comes in.
They’re on the move. I send that information to the group I set up earlier, which means everyone is now moving in her direction.
“I’m already searching for cell phones close to her location so that we can hear what she hears,” Everett says.
It’s like our minds are synced up. “Good. Send me the feed when you have it. I’ll coordinate with the team leads. Where is Vex?”
“Don’t know. He won’t say. All I’ve got is comms to communicate with him. He told me if I tracked him, he’d kill me.”
Which means Vex plans on going in first. “Don’t unless I tell you.”
“Got it.”
“How long until your friends show up?” That could add a distinct kink to our plans.
“Every time I sent out false pings, it took them around thirty to forty minutes.”
And Fiona has been driving for five. “Set a timer. We need to get her and be gone in twenty-five.”
“That’s not going to happen unless they stop driving soon.” Everett starts tapping something in the background. “This guy might not even be around to find. What if he isn’t there?”
Then Vex is going to lose his mind. “Doesn’t matter. We’ll get Fiona and figure out the rest after.” She'd better be alive when I get there, or I’m going to lose my mind.
Her dot keeps moving.
The rest of the team are spread about, making different turns so as not to draw attention in case they have sentries placed around and the helicopters are inbound.
“Got their phone feeds,” Everett says.
“Anything useful?” Give me something. Any excuse to pull her out now.
“A whole plethora of raunchy jokes that aren’t funny.”
“Tell me if there’s anything else.”
“Will do.” Everett’s voice gets high and off.
“What?”
“Nothing useful yet.” He’s lying.
It’s got to be bad. “What?”
“You don’t want to know.”
Now, I have to know. “Everett!”
“They’re discussing…sexually assaulting her.”
