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“No. Do as I say. Now! Get dressed and grab what things you can. We’re leaving in three minutes. But hear me. Stay away from the windows.”
“Okay.” She finally grasped what I was saying, moving quickly toward her clothes. I sensed her terror, but she was remarkably calm. I had to trust that she’d follow through with my directions.
I raced into the office, grabbing the ammunition bag as well as the personal one I’d brought with me. As I stood in front of the series of cameras, the location of the breach was confirmed. They’d used one of two service roads connecting the property. That meant I’d use the other one. Goddamn it. I’d needed just a few more hours. They would no doubt be at the airport. This was getting dicey as fuck.
While I waited for her, I yanked out an AK-15, loading ammunition, then moving to my Glock, shoving two magazines into my pocket. As I moved into the living room, my senses heightened. They were getting too close for comfort. I grabbed the bag of items needed for our disguises, although I was beginning to doubt they’d be useful for more than a few minutes, tops.
She appeared in the shadows, her body shaking.
“Do you have the disc?” I barked, my harsh tone making her cringe.
“Yes.”
“Keep it safe, Isabella.”
Nodding, she moved closer, her actions stilted. I grabbed her arm, heading for the back door. While the fire was the only light on inside the cabin, I knew it would draw their attention.
“We’re heading out the back door toward the car. You’re going to lay down in the back seat and do not under any circumstances lift your head until I tell you it’s okay.”
“I understand.” But her small voice told me otherwise.
I opened the door slowly, taking a deep breath before easing outside. Hearing nothing, not even the sound of an approaching engine, I pulled her out the door, keeping her behind me as I closed it. With the Glock in my hand, I guided her off the deck and into the woods, fearful of using a damn flashlight. I knew the way like the back of my hand. To her credit, she remained calm, although her breathing was ragged.
When we made it to the garage, I didn’t have time to fumble with a fucking set of keys, kicking in the side door. That was the only time she yelped. I felt my way to the passenger side, clicking the key fob then yanking open the door, shoving her into the back.
There was also no time to rehash the rules. She’d been through enough drills in her life that she should know how the game was played.
Only this time, it was for real.
I tossed the bags in the floor behind the passenger seat, placed the rifle next to me then climbed inside. “Remember what I said.” I couldn’t wait for her answer, starting the engine, barely waiting until the door was lifted before pressing down on the accelerator. I waited to turn on the lights until I’d swung around the house. Then there was no choice.
I’d cut out an area in order to get to the road, the opening at the end not identifiable under any scanners including drones. As I headed through the canopy of trees, I tried to figure out if there were sources that knew about my house.
Or if there was a tracker. Isabella had brought nothing with her except for her purse… Then it dawned on me. While even a high-level tracker would have difficulty getting through the cloaking equipment I’d installed, there would be a break eventually. While I knew about some equipment used by the Russians, Colombians, and others, they had enough secret systems and weapons that nothing could be ruled out.
“Do you have your purse?”
“What?” she asked.
“Your damn purse.”
“Yes, right here. That’s not where the drive is. I have it in my jeans.”
“Good. Give me your purse.” A sense of foreboding was crawling through my system. She finally handed it to me and I ripped it open, feeling for her identification, which I pocketed. Then I tossed the purse out the window.
“Why did you do that?” she demanded.
“Because we were found far too quickly and easily.”
“I thought you said it was imminent.”
“Yeah, well, I have other security systems I didn’t tell you about. Get back down.” Only a few seconds later, I was almost at the road. I slowed down then stopped just before the turnoff, lowering the window and listening for the sound of another idling engine. Although I heard nothing, I wasn’t convinced. I slammed on the gas, swinging around the curve and pushing the car to its limits.
As I continually glanced into the rearview mirror, my muscles tensed even more. The sudden flash of headlights was another damn confirmation I didn’t need.
“Here we go, sweetheart.” As I drove, pushing the Mustang to over one hundred miles per hour, the fuckers kept accelerating. Suddenly, there were two sets of headlights, a second one appearing from the side barely a few hundred yards behind us. We were already outnumbered.
She didn’t say a word, but I was able to hear her whimpers over the powerful engine and it increased my rage to the point bloodlust was all I could think about. I wasn’t certain how the fuck it was happening, but both vehicles were making headway. They couldn’t know the stretch of road, including the sharp curves coming up in less than a mile. The best thing I could do was outrun them at this point.
