Page 159 of Scars of Fate

“You don’t know how long.”

“Neither do you.”

“I was awake.”

“No, you weren’t.”

I opened my mouth.

Stopped.

She was right.

I hated when that happened.

Adam looked almost amused.

“Glad we settled that.”

“We need shelter,” Hawk said.

He sat against a tree, pressing one hand to his head.

“We need to stop the copilot,” I answered.

“With three injured operators and two people who can barely stand?” Russ asked.

“I can stand,” Wynn said.

I placed an arm around her when she swayed.

Russ looked at her.

“Convincing.”

“He’ll bring Meridian straight to us,” I said.

“No,” Hawk muttered. “He won’t.”

We turned toward him.

He held a damaged tablet recovered from the helicopter.

A map glowed across the cracked screen.

“What do you see?” Adam asked.

“The tracker wasn’t only transmitting. It was receiving tactical data.”

“Receiving what?”

Hawk enlarged the map.

A series of red dots moved across the northern ridge.

An enemy team was approaching fast.

“They were already coming.”