Anger burned brightly inside him, and Voodoo had taken a step toward them before he even realized what he was doing.
Dead.
They needed to die for daring to touch his beautiful, sweet girl. She’d been through so much, suffered so much torment from the time she was just a small girl. It didn't matter to him that she wouldn't be in any pain right now, it only mattered that someone had caused more wounds to her already damaged body.
Before he could do something stupid that would get her hurt all over again, maybe killed, Voodoo caught himself, reined in his rage, and managed to keep it in check by promising it that soon it would be set free.
“Is that really all we have?” one of the men holding Indigo said as he looked around at the small gathering.
“Yeah. Guess they got all the others,” another replied, and Voodoo could hear the fear in the man’s voice.
Good. He should be afraid.
Nothing was going to stop him and his team from destroying every single one of them.
“We need more,” a third man said, also sounding nervous. Seemed all these guards had been briefed on just how dangerous he and his team were.
“Boss doesn’t want to wait. Said he’s waited long enough, and he wants back what's his,” the first man said as he pulled Indigo along with him as he headed for a vehicle and all but threw her inside it.
“It’s going to get us all killed. More men will be here tomorrow, enough to take them down,” the second man said, and Voodoo was happy to hear that Dr. Gardner’s impatience was going to work against him and for Delta Team.
“Boss wants what he wants,” the first guy said as he slammed the car door closed and rounded the car, heading for the driver’s seat.
Not wanting anyone else to try to get into his vehicle with him, that would ruin his little charade, and Voodoo knew it was only because there were so few of them that hadn't already happened, he quickly tossed the cigarette, stomped it out, then jumped into his vehicle and started the engine. Following along behind the vehicle that Indigo was in before anyone else could try to join him, he saw a man throw up his hands, like he was trying to call him back, but he pretended not to see and kept going.
Thankfully, no one made a big deal out of it, and the rest of the men must have piled into one of the other vehicles, because only one more pulled out behind him.
Good odds.
Only two men were in the vehicle with Indigo, none with him, and if all the vehicles were the same as this SUV, then there were no more than five in the one behind him. That left possibly another five back at the building, likely meant to hang back and then come in as backup once they thought they’d lured him and his team into a trap.
Tonight, the only trap that was going to be set was his own.
Grabbing his radio, Voodoo slowed his vehicle, allowing the one with Indigo in it to move on ahead, while the one behind him was forced to also slow since there wasn't space on the narrow road to go around him.
“Think I saw something,” he muttered, making sure his voice wasn't distinguishable in case they could recognize him from it.
When he came to a stop, he jumped out of the vehicle and took off into the forest, pretending he was following something.
A moment later, he heard pounding feet, and he knew the others had fallen for his ruse.
Leading them deeper into the forest, he waited until he knew they were lost to the chase, completely unaware they were chasing after nothing,then he stopped, turned, and much like he’d done earlier when Indigo was abducted, he sprayed bullets into the forest.
Bodies dropped one by one, before they even registered what was going on, before they had a chance to fire back.
Confident in his ability to hit what he aimed at, Voodoo didn't bother confirming his kills, he merely took off at a dead run back to his vehicle. The need to get to Indigo, to have her back in his arms was overwhelming, and he couldn’t deny it any longer.
Driving faster this time around, he sped off into the night, praying for Thunder’s usual good luck at driving at high speeds while never crashing.
It was only because he was carefully watching the road to make sure he stayed on it, that he saw it.
Skid marks.
Like a vehicle had recently gone over the edge of the embankment.
Slamming on the brakes, Voodoo was out of the car without even thinking. Running toward where he knew deep in his gut Indigo’s car had just crashed. He approached with far less caution than he should have. If anyone had been alive in that car, they could have easily shot and killed him.
He might be able to heal himself, but he couldn’t raise anyone, not even himself, from the dead.
