Alexis looks around the room then sighs, shoulders dropping. “It’s the best plan we have," he admits reluctantly. "But the moment—thesecond—something feels off, we abort. Clear?”
“Clear," I agree. “So, any idea when this transport will arrive, or do we need to stake out an ambush all day?”
All eyes turn to Donovan and he grins. “Happily, the douchebag guards actually gave us a time. Tomorrow morning at nine.”
Max stands up and stretches. “Great, so we can eat and sleep before then. I am lacking in both those departments.”
“And…this is where I come in,” Willow grins. “I may not be a fighter or tactician, but I know how to pack a mean picnic.”
34
Irub my gritty eyes and curse Feniks.
He’d had us rotate through a night watch, and I got the four in the morning shift.
At six, the rest of the cabin starts stirring. Those bastards all had several more hours of sleep than me.
“Thanks for not shagging,” I hear Bloomhower say.
“Shagging? Who are you?” Max laughs. “Austin Powers.”
“Groovy baby.”
Ignoring the banter, I head outside for a slash.
It’s still dark and cold.
Our possibility for success today seems equally bleak, but it’s the only choice.
“Coffee?” Feniks presses a mug into my hand as I re-enter.
“Thanks.” I gulp down some of the foul brew, as he gives a sharp whistle.
“Listen up,” he commands. “We need to scout out an ambush point. Drakeward, you come with me.”
Fine.
It’s the right choice. Theodora will be better left with Ludo, Donovan and Wes. She trusts them.
Maybe if we pull this off, she’ll see I can be trusted too.
???
“Stay in the trees,” Feniks tells me, as we move into a fast jog.
We move almost silently, but then I hear a distant noise.
Feniks puts up a hand.
A vehicle.
We both sink down into the snow bank at the edge of the road. The morning sun is low and hidden behind gray clouds, but it’s light enough to see now.
Within a minute, a Jeep comes into view. Two men in the front.
As the vehicle slowly turns the corner, I see there are also two men in the back. They hold rifles and are dressed in snow-camo with bulletproof vests.
Everyone but the driver glances around, left and right. They are aware and trained.
