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“We should wait a few minutes more.” I grimace, glancing up at Arsenio. “If they have some sort of sensor that notifies them of any movement, we need to be able to get out of here before they show back up.”
Arsenio’s lips pull down into a frown as he looks between me and the bunker, indecision warring on his handsome face.
“With the way they took off out of here, they’ll probably make it there in less time.”
“I’m worried about them too, Arsenio, but we have to stick to the plan,” I assure him. The explosives weigh heavily in my palms, and I scowl down at them, wishing I could reach out and give him that comfort he’s always given me. “We have to trust them. They’ll make it out.”
Arsenio takes a deep breath, his lips quirking to the side as he mulls over the options. As much as I want to take control of this decision, I know that I can’t. He’s not my pack, and as my mate and a fellow alpha, he’s my equal.
“Okay,” he breathes, his shoulder slumping slightly. “You’re right. I just hate waiting.”
“Me too,” I agree. Anxiety races through my limbs like electricity, my impatience teetering on the edge just like his. “But on the bright side, a few minutes must have passed by now.”
“You’re right about that.” Arsenio pulls the phone back out, showing that another five minutes have passed. “Let’s do this.”
My heart is thundering as I nod in agreement and ease towards the clearing with my eyes glued to the ground before me, making sure there aren’t any tripwires we hadn’t spotted before, while Arsenio monitors the trees. My senses are still on high alert as we make it to the door, and I shift the explosives to free up one hand so I can type the code into the alarm panel. I press each number carefully, knowing just one slip of a finger could end in disaster.
I hold my breath as I push the last button, as though this alarm panel holds my fate in its hands. But the light flashes green, taking some of my tension with it, and the door clicks open.
Arsenio nods and grabs the door, holding it open for me. I take a step forward, but something causes me to pause, a niggling voice in the back of my mind warning me that something isn’t right. I eye the door warily, unsure if there’s any mechanism or alarm inside that will prevent us from getting out. We can’t be sure, but I, for one, am not willing to take any chances.
“Wait,” I murmur, scanning the clearing for something to use.
There.
A branch lies just beyond the trees. It’s about five inches thick and two feet long, more than wide enough to prop the door open with. I carefully kick the branch over and cautiously walk inside. Arsenio follows and rests the door gingerly against the thick branch, propping it open.
He stumbles a step back as silver bolts launch out of the side of the door like talons stabbing into thin air instead of trapping us inside. Now that I know what to look for, I notice the matching holes in the side of the door frame where they would’ve lodged, trapping us in unless we had a … code. I scan the wall, the dim emergency lights illuminating a screen to a secondary alarm panel. They must be mechanized to engage after a specific time period after the door is opened.
“Fuck,” Arsenio murmurs, glancing between me and the door. “Good thinking, firecracker.”
“Thanks, but that’s not our only problem,” I say as the dim emergency lights flash to life, illuminating the bunker.
I point to the red beams of light just in front of us. Motion sensors. With the emergency lights shining around us, they’re barely visible, but they’re there, and I’m willing to bet that if we trip them, there’s going to be more than four guards rushing over here, regardless of what’s happening at their home.
“It’s about knee height, meaning we can walk over, but the explosives and the wires trailing behind them … not so much.”
“The bunker isn’t huge, but if we want to make sure we destroy it for good, we’ll have to distribute the force,” Arsenio explains.
Metal shelving lines each side of the room, filled with guns, explosives, and drugs. There’s a haphazardly made table in the center displaying the items that will fetch a higher price. When this place goes, we better be far away because it’s going to go up in an inferno.
“Let’s each take a side,” I say, and gently place the charges on the uneven plywood floor just at the edge of the motion sensor. “We can cross over and then keep the explosives as close to the ground as possible.”
“Good idea,” Arsenio says, placing a chaste kiss on my forehead before setting down the charges on his side of the divider.
I don’t dare waste another moment, and pulling in a deep breath, I carefully make my way to the edge of the light beam and lift my leg up and over, teetering slightly on the makeshift floor. Careful not to let any part of my body touch the sensor, I ease the other one over, which is honestly easier without any clothes. Arsenio does the same, and we both pause for a moment, looking around to ensure we haven’t triggered anything. When everything seems to be clear, I let loose a breath of relief and bend to bring the explosives over, lifting them over an edge of jagged wood.
“Probably best not to drag these on the floor—if you can call these boards a floor,” Arsenio warns.
I grimace. “Good call.”
Keeping low to the ground, I place the charges down the room, grateful there’s only one sensor as we reach the end of the storage room.
“Should we take a look around?” Arsenio asks, pursing his lips with a look of indecision on his handsome face.
I get it. I want to comb through every square inch of this place, but we don’t have the time.
“A quick look on our way out, maybe?”
