“Fine. You’ve got ten extra minutes. Use every one of them.” Max moves towards the door.
“Put me down. I can run.”
He doesn’t fight.
I’m on my feet with dizzying speed, and we’re off running through rooms and past bodies to the front door.
“Everett, if we’re going to get out of this, I’m going to need support,” Max says, not stopping.
“I’m working on a clear path for you. You need an amped-up jammer to block all images of the vehicles.”
“We have bogies. They’re five minutes out from seeing our choppers.” Ethan sounds like he’s done this a million times.
Probably because he has.
“I can’t use a jammer, or they won’t see her tracker. You need to find me a path without cameras.”
Jammers…cameras…all of it is too much to follow.
“Get in.” Max opens the door and helps me up into the car before running around to the driver’s side. “Do you have a path for me?”
“I’m working on it. Follow the arrows…and ignore the speed limits.”
Great.
“Buckle up,tesoro mio.”
That’s all the warning I get. The car zooms forward.
“Mute audio input.” Max doesn’t take his eyes off the road. “How are you really feeling?”
Am I feeling anymore? “Adrenaline is taking care of most of it.”
“You’ve got to be cold.” He turns up the temperature. “What about your head?”
“It’ll be fine.”
“That’s not an answer.”
It’s the only one I have to give. “When this is done, I’m going to have a doozy of a headache.”
“Bogies are on your tail,” Ethan says.
“Unmute audio. Got it. Everett, I can’t outrun choppers for long.”
I’m going to get everyone caught.
“We just need seven more minutes to get everyone loaded,” Talon shouts. “We’re moving as fast as we can, but some of them aren’t mobile.”
So much pain. So much trauma. “We need to give them more time.”
“I’m working as fast as I can, Fiona.”
Everett can only hack so fast. We need the tracker to move away from us…without us touching it. “I need a bathroom.”
“Can’t you hold it a few minutes? We really don’t have time.” Max glances at me quickly.
“No, not like that.”
