Page 95 of Scars of Fate

We looked toward the vehicles.

Medics.

Soldiers.

Civilians.

People moving everywhere.

Someone among them could still be reporting our location.

Adam keyed his radio.

“Russ, lock down the perimeter.”

“Already moving.”

“Boone, no vehicles leave.”

“Copy.”

I looked toward the medical transport.

Wynn was sitting inside a metal box that someone could track from anywhere in the world.

I started toward it.

“Lucas, take Hawk with you,” Adam ordered. “Find that beacon.”

Hawk fell into step beside me.

I climbed into the medical vehicle.

Janice looked up from Samir.

“What happened?”

“We’re compromised.”

Wynn’s eyes found mine.

“How?”

“Something inside this convoy is transmitting our location.”

She slowly lowered the IV bag.

“From here?”

“Possibly.”

Two medics exchanged frightened looks.

I swept the interior.

Medical bags.

Blood supplies.