Wait, did people who were not assassins, military, or people like Dimitri, just have guns? But then Research Circle wasnotNew York.
“If you have to go, maybe just watch, see if you could get some pictures?” I had a feeling I couldn’t talk him out of going.
“Hopefully it’s just Clegg, and not anyone who’s real trouble. I still don’t understand why Clegg took him, other than he was big mad about the drugs. I’ll send you a picture of where I left the truck.” He ended the call.
The bond was still quiet. We’d be there soon.
Still, I worried. What if he wasn’t okay?
Fiona and Saoirse were looking at photos. Apparently, they had satellite images and intel from Saoirse’s sources. Heads together, they were mapping things out, Dusty listening thoughtfully.
Tad called again. “It’s dark, but I can make out a few people in the back barn. It’s a bit hidden and there’s a decoy barn, so mind that. They got a whole makeshift lab set up that doesn’t look safe. Hale’s tied up, looks asleep. There’s Clegg and a couple of his packmates, and some people in the lab. Most are armed with rifles. Oh, and there’s a real nice truck,” he added.
Pictures came through text. I shared them with Saoirse.
“Thank you. We’re on our way, please get out of there,” I replied.
“Hale’s a good friend. I do what I can,” he said, then ended the call.
Saoirse handed us all earpieces and showed us how to use them, then went over strategy.
“I think there’s only one way to get in. It’ll be a problem, we might need to keep somebody in the car,” she added.
“Yeah, I can do that,” I nodded.
We got off at our station and found Hale’s pickup truck. It was old and beat up, with faded paint. The bumper was covered in stickers.
“This is Hale’s truck?” Fiona shook her head. “I should get him a new one. That would be a nice graduation present, right? Well, if this one lasts that long.”
“Not sure where we’d park it, but that sounds like a nice gift,” I replied.
We got in, the seats were ripped and country music blared on the stereo. There were several boxes ofPig-E’s Honey Bunson the seat.
I plugged in the address into my phone navigation and we set off. There hadn't been any more word from Tad.
As we drove, I looked around. Wow, Research Circle was a lot more developed than I thought. We quickly left the city. Now, I couldn’t see much other than trees and narrow roads. Yeah, I was not the best person to be driving.
Panic shot through me through the bond so fiercely I nearly drove off the road.
“Fuck. He’s awake,” I muttered, turning the wheel to stay on the highway.
“And he’s pissed,” Fiona confirmed.
“Hey, we’re almost there and we’re going to get him because we’re Pack Himbo and no one gets left behind,” Dusty soothed. “We’ve got this.”
He sat in the front with me. Fiona and Saoirse were in the back assembling their guns.
“We do,” Fiona replied as I followed the twists and turns of the road.
“Um, should we be afraid of the legal repercussions of doing illegal things?” I asked. I’d get Hale regardless, but it would be good to know.
Saoirse shook her head. “We’ll handle it. Also, my cousins got into Clegg’s security system. Including the cameras.”
Well then.
Suddenly, the GPS stopped working. “Shit. No more maps,” I said.
Now what? It was dark. What the fuck were we doing? But not getting him was never a choice.
