Page 154 of Scars of Fate

Every man moved faster.

“How long?” Adam asked.

“Could ignite now. Could ignite in ten minutes. I wouldn’t wait to find out.”

The wounded copilot was gone.

His restraints had been sliced apart.

A narrow blade lay beside them near the open side door.

The pilot’s holster was empty.

I drew my pistol.

“The traitor escaped, and he took the pilot’s sidearm.”

Adam cursed.

“He won’t be far.”

“He doesn’t need to be,” Wynn said.

I looked down at her.

She had carefully pushed herself upright.

“What does that mean?”

“He knows we survived, and he knows where we crashed.”

Hawk gasped.

Russ rolled him onto his side.

His eyes opened.

“Did we land?”

Boone crawled free of the seats.

“If you call that landing, I’m never flying with you.”

Hawk blinked.

“I wasn’t flying.”

“Details.”

Russ carefully checked Hawk’s head and pupils.

“No obvious skull deformity, but you likely have a concussion.”

“I’m fine.”

“You were unconscious.”

“I was resting.”