‘I set up a contingency trigger with Danya,’ Lachlan whispers.‘Twenty-four hours.He’ll come for us, but he has to find it first.’
Roman grimaces.‘That won’t be easy.It’s very off-grid.’
‘I know, but Danny’s smart.’Lachlan stares.‘Do you know…?’
Roman is nonplussed, a line between his eyes.‘Do I know what?’
He doesn’t know, then.
This definitely isn’t the time to inform him.
‘Sorry, my focus is fucked,’ Lachlan says, casting around.‘Whatever the initial objective was, they’ve gone off-book in a big way.The guy in charge is Mason Fenwick’s brother.’
‘The man you shot?’
‘Yes.He wants to know what really happened to Mason.’
‘Whatdidreally happen?’
‘I partially eviscerated him and then Alistair shot him in the face.’
Roman grimaces.‘Ah.’
‘We basically just need to hold out for Danya.’
‘You’re sure he is coming?’
‘One hundred percent.’
‘Then how do we last?’
‘We can give them small bits of intelligence on the understanding that nothing gets off this island.’
‘What if they’re radioing their information back?’
‘They’ve gone rogue.I heard Wake say earlier they were supposed to be out by now.This was an extraction, or that’s how it started out.’
‘For…’ Roman glances around.‘Lazorevy?’
‘I don’t know,’ Lachlan answers honestly.‘Most likely, but I can’t be sure.How are you feeling?’
‘Fine.’
‘Anything broken or fractured?’
‘No, just sore.’
‘They’ll give you water soon.’
Roman nudges Lachlan with his shoulder.‘I’m OK.’He sobers, staring at the fire.‘It’s my fault we’re—’
‘No.I was coming back out for Mikhail anyway,’ Lachlan lies, clocking the dark shadows on the floor moving slowly, the snakes coming to investigate, among others.‘Stay close to me now,’ he bids.‘Get some sleep.’
‘We can sleep in shifts,’ the nineteen-year-old offers.
‘Yeah, sounds good.You sleep first.’Lachlan offers his thigh as a makeshift pillow.‘I’ll wake you in two hours.’
‘Are you sure?’
