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Where are you, Reese?
I scanned the tree line, knowing I wouldn’t see shit. I just hoped they were there. Lurking, waiting…
They had Adrien’s go-ahead at midnight.
* * *
River Tenley
My stomach flipped as I dropped down on the other side of the wall, and I cursed at the pain in my side and right leg. Motherfucker—I gritted my teeth. Goddamn razor wire. Greer and Cullen were the last to follow, and Coach and Mathis made quick work of covering our muddy tracks. A dead bird with a broken wing was left on the scene.
“We have movement—hurry the fuck up,” Emerson reported in a rush. “Four guards approaching from the east. Go, go, go, go!”
We sprinted westward and stayed close to the wall, and Elliott pointed toward a cluster of trees with bushes and ferns surrounding it. I nodded and sucked in a breath. Seconds later, we all disappeared into the thicket, and we crouched low and listened.
My heart pounded.
I was soaked to the bone, covered in mud and grime, and I welcomed it. Discomfort was a good tool to push back anxiety.
“Slow and steady,” Emerson said quietly. “Waiting for Willow.”
I took a deep breath as the guards came into view to check the camera lens we’d messed with. They’d find mud and bird feathers smeared across it.
Two gunmen walked real close to where we were. One of them hollered for the four-man team at the wall, asking what was happening.
“Nobody move.” Reese’s voice filtered through in our earpieces. “You have two sicarios to your right.”
So he knew where we were.
I held my breath and waited for the four guys by the wall.
One of them finally turned around and laughed.Just a fucking bird.
I exhaled and checked the time.
Almost midnight.
* * *
Shay Tenley
Deep breaths. In, out.
I gnashed my teeth, trying to figure out where we were going. We’d gone up the steps, and we’d passed the fucking panther. We must’ve passed the cage they’d locked me in last time too.
I balled my hands into fists, braced for anything. Even though I could do nothing. See nothing.
We were heading straight for the platform, weren’t we?
Last night, I’d almost cried when they’d stopped me from breaking a young guy’s neck.
I hadn’t wanted to hurt him.
I was glad he lived.
The audience had laughed and cheered…
I heard them now too. I felt their excitement in the humid air.
