Page 262 of Scars of Fate

The hum of the containment systems deepened.

Red warning lights blinked across their control panels.

Hawk moved closer.

“Don’t touch anything,” Ghost warned.

“I wasn’t planning to hug them.”

Boone stared at the units.

“That’s disappointing. You look like you need affection.”

“I need a hospital.”

Boone shifted his weight off his injured ankle.

“We all need a hospital.”

I looked around the hangar.

Metal shutters covered every door and window.

No visible control panel.

No weapons.

No tools.

The false colonel and his men had taken everything.

The evidence drive.

The metal tag.

Colonel Demir’s key card.

Everything except us.

That was their mistake.

The airfield workers remained seated along the far wall, their wrists secured with plastic restraints. Colonel Demir sat among them, his face bruised and bloodied.

Ghost’s hands were bound behind his back.

So were Adam’s and the rest of the Brave’s.

Only Wynn and I had been restrained with our hands in front.

They needed us alive to open the Geneva box.

For the moment, that made us valuable.

I approached the nearest airfield worker.

“Can anyone tell me how to open the shutters?”

A woman answered in Turkish.