Our awaited diversion.
Chapter
Four
The ground vibrated under my feet, screams and cries instantly ringing out through the air, people rushing for the exit. The guards behind us darted down the platform, trying to see what happened, while officers blowing whistles and shouting ran from every direction toward the billowing smoke coming from the farthest platform from us.
My head snapped to Luk.
“We got our distraction.” He shrugged, watching soldiers who were unloading the train take off toward the commotion.
“You boys and your bombs.” I snorted, my mind jumping to another man who liked to blow shit up to cause chaos.
“It works.” He motioned for me, heading to the caboose. “And it couldn’t have come at a better time. Come on.”
I couldn’t argue with either of those things. We had almost been caught. A few moments ago, I thought our cover was blown and we’d be captured and thrown in prison. Now we’re back on course, sneaking to the last carriage.
Bedlam reigned around us, but no one paid us any attention since most of it was far on the other side. My focus zeroed in when we came up on the final car, spotting one last crate in the cargo. They had almost gotten them all off and out of reach.
Pushing Luk aside, I leaped into the carriage, snapping into thief mode. Yanking a knife from my pant leg, I shoved it under the seam of the lid, using it as leverage to pop off the nailed down top. Only a few tries and the wood splintered, prying away from the metal stakes trying so hard to hold on.
“Shit, that was fast.” Luk breathed in, his head shaking. “Done this before?”
I smirked. If he only knew.
“Watch the door,” I ordered, nearly forgetting he was my superior. I could almost pretend it was Caden and me, when times were innocent and we were carelessly reckless. A lifetime ago. I was a girl who had no idea what was out in the world, what was ahead of her, and what she would live through.
Everything I thought I believed—even who I was—was wrong.
Shoving the top over, I cleared away the stuffing protecting the contents of the box, and my finger hit metal.
Guns.
Picking up the newly made rifle, I tossed it at Luk. “This is the way Istvan sends his love.”
“Damn.” Luk peered at it, flipping it around in his hands. “This is grade-A level here.”
I had a clear idea where Istvan could get these kinds of weapons. The very country Caden’s soon-to-be wife was from.
Ukraine.
“They’re nice, but this is what Leon is sending in his own men to guard? Some guns?” Luk’s confusion twitched his cheek. “Guns aren’t worth deploying in special guards, nor were they worth us risking this mission.”
My gut twisted with what I knew was underneath, my hand digging farther, reaching the bottom.
A false bottom.
“Fuck... I see Leon’s guards heading back. We have to go.”
My stubbornness buckled down, my hands clawing at the wood, like the drug was mocking me.
“X! Come on.”
Pain shot through my nerves as I peeled back the plank, my fingers grazing the plastic bags underneath filled with tiny capsules.
I fucking knew it.
“X!” Luk grabbed my arm, yanking me with him, my finger pinching the baggy as I tried to pull one up. The plastic caught on the side, ripping apart.
