“Time to go!” I say as I come up to her. “Unless, you three want to help me place explosives so we can get out of here faster?”
The alpha with the thick black glasses gives me a nod. “Yeah, we’re down to help after you saved Hollis’ life.”
“Meh. She saved mine back. Okay, here’s what you do.”
I run through the basics, and tell them to make sure they jot down the number of the bomb in their phone app.
Working quickly, we place a few in the auction room, and then walk out through a hallway to continue. After having gotten ridiculously lost before, I memorized the way to our exit. We pepper the entire area, and then walk through the pitch black hallway that’ll take us to the stairs with my phone flashlight for illumination.
“Holy fuck,” Hollis mutters. “We didn’t come in this way.”
“You’ll have to show me where you did, so I can go and blow that up too,” I reply. “This bunker belongs to a shitgobbin that’s going to find out what happens when he pisses me off.”
“Damn. I’m typically one of the scariest people in the room, and you’re pretty damn scary,” one of the brothers rumbles. Since it’s dark, I have to assume it’s the big one with the glasses.
“Steps start here,” I say, ignoring his statement. There’s a flashlight left behind for me, and I lean down and pick it up as I begin climbing the stairs.
I can see the door is open, and the sky is dark and stormy looking still. It’s only slightly better than the pitch black down in the bunker, but at least it’s not raining anymore.
I can see that the field is filled with people as I walk out of the deep hole of the narrow stairwell, and I move out of the way to allow Hollis and her friends to escape.
“Where’s Cass, Bellamy, and Winter?” I ask Henri as he jogs up to meet me.
“They’re at the hospital. The doctor said Cassidy needed surgery, and Bellamy and Winter needed fluids. They’re all very dehydrated,” he explains.
“And the other thing we asked for?” I ask, not wanting to directly ask about Clara.
“At Pack Mayor’s warehouse,” he replies.
Nodding, I move to lift the door to close it, my eyes searching for Lyle.
“Are we all clear?” I ask Henri.
“Blow the fucker up, sir,” he says resolutely, moving to help me.
“I’ll help,” the man with the glasses says.
He has muscles all over his body, and when he lifts the door, I’m grateful for his help because it’s much easier.
“Numbers, please,” I request, pulling out my phone to begin inputting them.
It takes a few minutes, and then I’m hitting the button to blow it up. The ground shudders underneath us, but the fact that nothing caves in shows how well it was constructed.
Burn in hell, Jake.
“Now, if you don’t mind, please show me where you parked so I can blow that up too,” I say to Hollis.
Her lips twitch as she asks, “Think we can get a ride? It’s at least two miles that way.”
She points toward the west, and I realize that not only was Ansel correct in saying how large the bunker was, I need to make sure I tell him that.
Even I doubted him at one point earlier today, and he was right all along.
“I’ll drive,” Henri says, already walking toward the SUV.
“On the way, you can tell me about your sister,” I offer to the men. “I’m Shiloh.”
“I’m Caleb, and this is my brother Lars,” the brown haired alpha says as we walk. “Clara stole our sister from a rescue mission out of a sex club. It was a bit chaotic, and took us a while to realize she’d been there. A woman named Quinn told us about it.”
