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I nod, “I messaged Carter on the way down here, and he said we’re all good.”
Our conversation gets interrupted by Rome and Rip, who stride over to us, having come from the other van.
“What’s wrong?” Mason asks, picking up on their tension before the rest of us.
“This was on our van,” Rome replies stoically, handing Mason the note.
Reading out loud, Mason says, “The heirs will die. There’s no time to waste.”
Ace’s lip rises into a half-smirk, “You know they aren’t getting any better at these threats.”
I can’t help the chuckle that escapes me. “It does need a little bit of work, I agree.”
“Something we can help with?” Lorcan asks, curiosity threading through his eyes.
Rome shakes his head, “This isn’t something we can fill you in on; however, it might be a good idea to check the vans; explosives are one of these people's favourite things.”
“Right, got it,” Colt replies this time, and they all turn to start looking over their van.
Heading over to the one that the note was on so that we can check it, I ask, “So, we’re assuming that this is your families, yeah?”
Malachi nods, “Definitely, we’re heirs after all, and our families put a big emphasis on the heirs.”
“The thing that is bugging me though is that they’ve managed to follow us here, which means they are watching us a hell of a lot more closely than they have before,” Mason adds.
“As soon as we have the time, we need to get to the bottom of this,” Rip replies, his eyes scanning the area and his body as tense as the others.
Guilt pierces me, “I’m sorry, guys. I know we’ve been doing a lot of shit because of the Ravens and me. I’m quite capable of handling this stuff by myself if you guys want to handle the shit with your family’s.”
My offer is met with glares as all of them start shaking their heads, and Mason answers for them all as he says, “Absolutely fucking not. We’re in this together. There is no way at all that we’re going to let you deal with all of this shit without us.”
“He’s right,” Ace agrees, “besides, our families are assholes. I’m in no rush to see what the fuck they’re up to, and by not reacting to their threats straight away, it’s going to make them even more mad, and I’m always up for that.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” Mal replies, and then adds, “Let’s check the van so we get home and hopefully get some decent sleep before we have to go to this meeting.”
With those words and me feeling on top of the world because of the amount of support they’re giving me, we start to check over the van, and everything so far seems to look normal.
“Our van is clear,” Ridge announces as he comes over with the rest of the Conspiracy team.
“Ours isn’t,” Rip replies, sounding far too casual.
“What?” Fox questions, taking a step back.
“There’s a bomb right here,” Rip replies and then looks at Ace.
Ace grins, “I’ve got this.”
I watch along with the Conspiracy team in what can only be described as mild trepidation as Ace opens the back of the van and starts to rummage around before pulling out a small kit that he must have grabbed from his bag.
“Erm, should you really be messing with that?” Sawyer asks apprehensively.
Mason grins, “Don’t worry, he’s been diffusing bombs since he was in diapers.”
“I really hope that’s an over-exaggeration,” Harley replies.
Everyone falls quiet as Ace shimmy’s his way underneath the van and starts muttering, I really wish we could see what he’s doing, but the fact that he’s so incredibly calm is a clear indication of how many times that he’s done this. This makes sense because this is the thing that his family specialises in and what he was trained in. It may not have been that big of an exaggeration when Mason said that he’s been doing it since he was a baby.
“Do you need a hand?” Nash asks, “I’ve got some experience with them.”
