Both guys still glowered at us like the reason wasn’t good enough.
“Where?” the dark-haired one asked.
“North Leopold.” I shot in before Luk could speak. The area north of Leopold wasn’t inside the bubble, but it wasn’t Savage Lands either. The area was poor, but people in Leopold worked or had businesses that kept them slightly above the poverty line. These guys would never believe we came from either the desolate or the rich side.
Their eyes dragged over us, assessing my claim. The dark-haired asshole flicked his thumb over the trigger with a smug smile, loving the dominance he had over us, especially because Luk physically stood taller than both of them. By holding a gun, they felt powerful.
Little did they know they weren’t the only ones carrying weapons.
“How long?”
“A few days,” I replied.
“Let me see your bags.” The dark-haired one demanded, gesturing for our bags.
Shit.
“Now!” He reached for my pack, yanking it off my shoulder. The violent movement caused the dog to bark and jump, making passengersshriek around us, darting for entry onto the train. Fear shot through my nerves, the moment escalating quickly. I knew if they didn’t find anything in my pack to confirm our plans, things would go south fast.
All the while, I could see the guards behind them rolling out the first load of crates. We might miss our opportunity.
The instinct to fight, to kick this asshole in the head, shook through my bones. I could put him on his back in two seconds, but all they had to do was release the dog, and I’d be in shreds.
“Step back!” The blond one screamed at us, pointing his gun at Luk, the dog’s incessant piercing barks filling my veins with anxiety.
The guy with my pack snatched my bag, unzipping it.
Fuckfuckfuck.
He yanked out a sweatshirt and pair of leggings.
“This is it? Does not look like you are going for a couple of days.” He sneered. “Both of you put your arms up and turn around!”
Acid burned up my throat. We were done if they patted us down, finding us both loaded with guns and knives. Or worse, if they discovered our earpieces.
The skinny dark-haired guy ripped Luk’s bag off, shoving at his shoulder, to face the train.
“Don’t move!”
My eyes slid to Luk, my muscles twitching with the need to fight.What do you want to do?
Our options were slim, and it seemed whatever we did, our mission was over.
Luk’s jaw rolled, and I could tell he gathered the same thing.
“Fight,” he muttered to me.
My chin dipped in response, my lungs taking in a full breath, ready to respond.
The guard’s hands went straight to my breasts, his slimy palms moving down my figure. I knew the moment he felt the gun inside my jacket. The pause. I could almost hear the click in his brain that told him what he was feeling.
My muscles contracted, primed to swivel around and attack.
He opened his mouth to yell at his partner.
Booooom!
An explosion rocked through the train station with a deafening roar.
